“This beats the hell out of…well, anywhere I’ve stayed since I left home,” Grey said, a wide smile on his face.
“Are all the cabins like this?” Davie asked.
“The majority of them are doubles,” Maddox replied. “The rest are singles because some guys aren’t comfortable sharing with someone they don’t know.”
“I can see that,” Davie said. “I’m not sure I’d want to, if I didn’t know Grey.”
“Exactly. For now, why don’t you unpack and make yourself at home. There’s food in the cupboards and fridge. Nothing fancy but probably better than you’ve been eating.”
“What wouldn’t be?” Grey said with a brief grin.
“Where does all this come from and who pays for it?” Davie asked.
“We have a few supporters,” Maddox replied. “Men who used to live the way you guys have been and managed to get off the streets and make something of their lives.”
“Including you?”
Maddox nodded.
“How…where does the water and electricity come from?”