Talk about a moving act of kindness you experienced or witnessed.
Waking up completely disoriented in the middle of nowhere is a strange experience. Waking up in the middle of nowhere and seeing a crater about the size of the grand canyon is a strange, unsettling experience. Waking up in the middle of nowhere without a single shred of clothing is just awkward.
Worst of all, there was no cover. And well, how long could night last? Bare land stretched for miles and miles and...
The first house was almost twenty miles from the crater's edge. Weathered planks, faded paint. Flowers bordering the front. No fence. Just a single old house, at least a mile or two from the nearest town.
There are nice people, and there are ridiculously nice people. Ridiculously nice people are the kind that would open up in the middle of the night and invite in dazed strangers. Even the horribly embarrassed, unclothed kind. Ridiculously nice people happened to come in the form of a sweet elderly couple that was willing to overlook the odd circumstances and just...be fussingly nice. And offer clothing and food and shelter. And answer a bombardment of questions. All without demanding a single answer in response.
Ridiculously nice. They might've been somebody's grandparents, with soup and blankets and tantalizing smells under paper-thin skin. Holden ate them, of course.
Worst of all, there was no cover. And well, how long could night last? Bare land stretched for miles and miles and...
The first house was almost twenty miles from the crater's edge. Weathered planks, faded paint. Flowers bordering the front. No fence. Just a single old house, at least a mile or two from the nearest town.
There are nice people, and there are ridiculously nice people. Ridiculously nice people are the kind that would open up in the middle of the night and invite in dazed strangers. Even the horribly embarrassed, unclothed kind. Ridiculously nice people happened to come in the form of a sweet elderly couple that was willing to overlook the odd circumstances and just...be fussingly nice. And offer clothing and food and shelter. And answer a bombardment of questions. All without demanding a single answer in response.
Ridiculously nice. They might've been somebody's grandparents, with soup and blankets and tantalizing smells under paper-thin skin. Holden ate them, of course.