Post by Amarante on Dec 7, 2010 13:52:43 GMT -5
We didn't have many boxes to unpack. In fact there were five in total, and they were of average size. There were two boxes that wouldn't be unpacked until later, because they simply held mine and Chigaru's clothes. The box I was unpacking at the moment was filled with dishes and kitchen utensils. Everything came in pairs, and they were shiny. A small kettle and a portable stove burner for the electrical plug was in the bottom of the box. There was a box filled with affects that we brought with us from our home. Some of Chigaru's toys were also in there. He was supposed to be unpacking those, but I was not sure he was doing so. The last box was filled with sheets and blankets and towels. Never had we needed so many blankets in Egypt. Here it was cold too much.
I looked over to the closet. The clothes and sheets could go in there. The cupboards were going to be full with the cups and plates. Also any already-to-eat-if-heated food could go there. We had space in the fridge in the kitchen downstairs, but for dry food we had to have our own storage. The shelf would hold our memorables. There was a room for washing up in connecting to this one. That was nice. And the bed was very big. I had been prepared to sleep on the floor, though it could fit both Chigaru and I. Soon though he would not want to sleep with his sister anymore. For now, before I found a job it was good. The location was best. Close to the forest. If I get a job and we stay longer then a little time, I will get Chigaru his own room.
There was lots of room here in the house and only one other man living here. It would be quiet and we can keep our secret. We really did get lucky.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Chigaru had gone off to look about very quickly too long ago. I should go look for him.
I dust off my bronze palms on the rough fabric of my jean pants. Good. Decent. I should look presentable in case I run into Madame Tumnuse. She is our keeper after all. And such a kindly women. Truly worthy of her elder status. American people don't always act kind and they have such different expectations for their people. I haven't quite gotten all their customs yet. There ways are so strange. That reminds me, should I offer a welcome gift to Madame Tumnuse and the other boarder? It would be ruse to introduce ourselves without one ... but maybe not here?
I shake my head; too troublesome these worries. "Chigaru," I call down the hall, as I head to the stairs.
I looked over to the closet. The clothes and sheets could go in there. The cupboards were going to be full with the cups and plates. Also any already-to-eat-if-heated food could go there. We had space in the fridge in the kitchen downstairs, but for dry food we had to have our own storage. The shelf would hold our memorables. There was a room for washing up in connecting to this one. That was nice. And the bed was very big. I had been prepared to sleep on the floor, though it could fit both Chigaru and I. Soon though he would not want to sleep with his sister anymore. For now, before I found a job it was good. The location was best. Close to the forest. If I get a job and we stay longer then a little time, I will get Chigaru his own room.
There was lots of room here in the house and only one other man living here. It would be quiet and we can keep our secret. We really did get lucky.
It was quiet. Too quiet. Chigaru had gone off to look about very quickly too long ago. I should go look for him.
I dust off my bronze palms on the rough fabric of my jean pants. Good. Decent. I should look presentable in case I run into Madame Tumnuse. She is our keeper after all. And such a kindly women. Truly worthy of her elder status. American people don't always act kind and they have such different expectations for their people. I haven't quite gotten all their customs yet. There ways are so strange. That reminds me, should I offer a welcome gift to Madame Tumnuse and the other boarder? It would be ruse to introduce ourselves without one ... but maybe not here?
I shake my head; too troublesome these worries. "Chigaru," I call down the hall, as I head to the stairs.