Chapter 63: Age

Logan and I walked down the stairs hand and hand together. When we reached the bottom I automatically pulled him towards the back door but he stopped and lightly tugged my hand the opposite way. We headed towards the front door. In my mind it was if I did not even register the idea of a different door existing in this house. I really needed to explore a little more everyday, someone or something always distracts me in the end though.

The light shined through the etched glass on the dark wooded door. Logan opened it and pulled me through before shutting it. He never let go of my hand in the process and I couldn't help but smile at the realization. His touch made me feel happy and wanted, something I never thought would be possible only a few months ago. Honestly, I don't know if I ever could truly get used to the feeling.

The front deck was a dark wood that matched the door and wrapped around the sides of the house. There was an elegant but farm house type feel to the front. A couple rocking chairs sat on the porch, facing out towards a long gravel driveway lined with trees. It was sort of funny to picture these strong men sitting out here on the porch just rocking back and forth in their chairs talking about the day. As funny as it was in my mind I pictured myself sitting there with them smiling and listening. I blinked away the thought.

Logan and I made our way to a big garage off to the right side of the house. He unlocked the door and entered. The garage was filled with various vehicles from trucks to older sportier looking cars. There were a couple that were dissembled towards the back of the barn with pieces laying around them here and there. I had to wonder who spent their time putting the vehicles back together. I looked to Logan for an answer to my question, "Do you put them back together?". Logan looked over to the parts and replied, "No, that would be Eric. When he isn't at the gym or busy being a grumpy old man he is out here". I chuckled at his words... Grumpy old man... but really how old was he... how old were all of them?

"How old is Eric?", I asked with peaked curiosity. Logan walked up to a large black truck and opened the passenger door. He picked me up at my waist and lifted me up into the tall truck. "I think that's a question for Eric", he said politely then shut the door. Maybe it was rude to ask? I really wanted to know now!

Logan hopped into the drivers side. Looking over to me, he leaned across, pulled the seat belt from its holder, then snapped it over my body. He did the same with his then started the engine. "Logan?", I asked unsure. He looked at me from the side, "mhmm", he answered as we pulled out of the garage. "Is it rude for me to ask how old you are?", I questioned unsure of myself. He chuckled a bit, "I'm 135 years old and no, it's not rude. When it comes to questions about the others I just think it's best to speak to them about it. To each their own, you understand?". I nodded affirmatively. I could understand his position with the others and I respected his stance on the matter. Maybe... just maybe one day I could ask Eric without making him angry. Maybe he was always angry though.