Chapter19

#Chapter19

On the way to the kitchen, droplets coated the hardwood. It didn't take Sly to realise that it was from where he had walked before he had changed out of his wet clothes. His cheeks heated up, and though it must have been obvious to Jackson, he didn't say anything.

The chair was quite clearly ruined. Patches of pink blemished the fabric, the streaks looking as though a toddler had kicked over a glass of painty water. Jackson didn't so much as spare it a second glance. He lifted Sylvester onto the side, told him to stay put, and he dragged the thing out into the back yard, claiming that it would be dealt with.

After that, he disappeared and reemerged with a mop and a bucket. He refused Sly's offers to clean, blitzing the kitchen floor and the adjourning hall in a record time.