Chapter 8

After that topic, in which he was now sure she had the phobia, he decided to go deeper into family matters. To his surprise, she was not at all uncomfortable talking about the death of her parents, she was a child who had already fully overcome her grief, and this was somehow frightening; she seemed too sensitive to the surrounding things, to face her in a situation that should make her cry instead of smile, was very curious; either she was a child who was well resolved about death, or else she pretended very well that she was calm. If it were the first option, Winston would have a high chance that would kill everyone in the final test, death didn't shake her, and he, as her current caregiver, could work very well with that.

Finally, she went to bed, and he returned to his office. He kept her makeshift chart next to Turner's and Foster's charts. In his notebook, he searched for a few stores in town, stores that stocked large-scale sound mufflers because he would need them, in the basement; lucky for him, he found a store that sold them a few blocks from where Morgan's school was located. He finished his evening with a cup of coffee, and against his will, was forced to sleep, so exhausted was he, the caffeine had not been enough to get him through the early morning hours. And he, who avoided sleeping because of his phobia, was trapped in mazes in his nightmare, which, regardless of which path he chose, led him directly to his younger sister's final moments, and that was what he hated to remember.

CONCRETE AND CONCLUSIVE PLANS

Winston's defeated face reflected in the mirror; nightmares and nightmares, he had not for a second had any peace in his sleep. The noise of the alarm clock, displaying 6 AM, flashed rapidly, he was not used to waking up so early, he was not, Morgan had come to take his life completely off track.

In the guest room, there she was, sleeping like a normal child, he woke her up, showing her a towel and signaling to the bathroom, she said she didn't usually take a shower to go to school, she said it was a waste of time and money spent with liters of water, but he ignored her and told her to take a shower anyway, she obeyed.

The noise of the shower was very loud, you could hear it from the kitchen, it reminded her of the rain the night before, which had now stopped completely, but left the streets damp, as a sign that it had passed through there, and was now heading for another city, but along with the humidity, it also left cold air and a cold that seemed to last for the next few days, and maybe, with luck, the snow would show up to say hello.

That morning, that caffeine-addicted adult found out that he knew how to make the classic bacon and eggs very well, it was enough to make him smile, a sincere smile. Morgan complimented him on his meal, and he did the same; she had a cup of coffee with milk, and he had his usual sweetened coffee. And then they finally left the house, heading for her school. By car, it took about twenty minutes, due to traffic. She would get in at seven o'clock.

As soon as she had left the little girl in the care of her education, she set off towards the store, searching for the sound mufflers. She bought about 70 m² of mufflers that were installed easily, and while waiting in the huge checkout line, she paid attention to the small TV above the cashier, it was showing the weather forecast for the next few days, and there was no snow on it more rain was expected, and even that day, it was likely to have some too.

He left the store and stopped by the Starbucks closest to Central High School. Like every adult American, he loved that place, and the menu was quite nice, he had already tried almost all the options available; that morning he opted for a Caramel Macchiato, which cost little more than four dollars. Invigorated after having his drink, there was no time to leave the mufflers at home, so he finally worked.

As expected from morning appointments with Martin and Jeffrey, he had his moment to discuss soups, again, and had his quiet time, observing the behavior of the boy who seemed to hate talking, according to his mother, he was that way all the time, to his parents, he was a strange boy, to Winston, he was intriguing.

"Martin, what's your favorite weather? You know, like sunny, rainy, cold, that sort of thing?" asked Mr. Connel.

"I guess I like the cold, but I'm happy when the sun comes out too," he replied.

On the other hand, in the consultation with Foster

"What is your favorite climate Foster? Do you like the rain, the sun, maybe the snow?" the adult asked.

"I don't care, I guess whatever," he replied indifferently. It didn't sound rude, but it hadn't been a very friendly answer either. That boy was an unknown.

Although half of the answers were different, at least the main one was the same; both boys went away with their parents on rainy days, and like most of them, they parked on the street, since parking lots filled up easily. All Winston had to do was convince them to leave through the parking lot and go to his car, all before anyone saw anything, it should be raining, and it should be empty; he would manage, and ideas were finally falling into place.

At the end of his daily appointments, he finally left C.H.S heading for Morgan's school, soon it would be time for him to leave, and since it was before his end of duty time, Principal Brooke had rearranged the schedule, so now he would work until 12:30 instead of 1:00. The morning C.H.S. would leave at 12:30.