This is still the story set in Tasmania, Leonie’s attempt to travel around the beautiful Australian state. Today’s snippet is in Alex’s POV.
Alex headed upstairs in his parents’ house to his old childhood room. A chuckle escaped his lips as he took in the freshly made bed with the old racing cars sheets. The walls were still covered with the posters he’d hung up as a child. Of course, his mother asked him during every visit whether it was time to change the room, but he declined. He liked the memories it brought back to him. Writing crime books, he enjoyed the simple innocence the room represented.
He threw his bag on the two seater sofa in the corner before he reached for his phone.
“Jenny. How are you,” he asked when she’d answered the call.
“Hello Alex. How are you? I heard you’re in Tassie. Coming this way, too?”
He sat on his bed and crossed his legs as he leaned against the headrest. “I’m okay, probably coming over depending on how long Leonie is staying.”
“So who the hell is she?”
Surprised by the tone in her voice, he blinked a couple of times before finally explaining, “Met her today on the way home from the airport. Long story. I take it she’s arrived safely.”
The brief pause in the conversation made him curious and he was about to ask, when she replied, “Yes, she’s here. All safe and sound, enjoying the view on the porch. I’m thinking about heading over with a bottle of read later on.”
“On the road. I’m desperate for some company.”
He chuckled. “Enjoy the red. I might head over once Leonie moves on.”
“Well I hope that’s going to happen soon.”
Again, taken aback by her comment, he said his goodbye and hung up. Staring out the window, he recalled his conversation with Jenny.
Had it been a mistake to let Leonie stay in his house?
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