Sarah
I was working the conditioner into my hair for the second time when a knock on the door had me dropping the bottle onto the shower stall floor.
"Yes?" My voice shook.
"It's just me!" William hollered. "I'm just going to leave some clothes outside the door for ya. They’re my granddaughter’s, so I hope they fit."
I let out a relieved sigh that it wasn't someone trying to come in. "Thank you!" I yelled back. I knew I was being a horrible guest by taking extra time in the shower to just relax, but the cool water felt good against my burning flesh, and since this was the first shower in God only knows how many days, I was scrubbing my hair and body within an inch of my life.
I washed myself one more time for good measure before finally turning the water off. William wasn't kidding when he said there was everything in the bathroom I would need. There were plenty of female products, and even the aloe he mentioned.
I coated my skin with the aloe and finger combed my hair. I was all for using the other stuff but I drew the line at borrowing someone's brush and toothbrush. Thankfully there were toothbrushes in a package I could use.
Once I felt marginally better, I unlocked the door and slipped my hand out. I felt around until I found the clothes William said he left. With very little grace and a quick bang to my elbow, I managed to snag the clothes and bring them back into the bathroom.
A pair of shorts and a sweatshirt made up the small pile. I looked at the itty-bitty black things and sighed. William's granddaughter must've been a lot shorter than me. Either way, I tugged them up my long legs and was surprised to find they fit me in the waist. But it was no surprise when they barely covered my ass.
On a good shopping day, I might find a store that carried athletic shorts in different lengths. But that was rare and this pair certainly wouldn't qualify as a length I would ever pick for myself.
But beggars couldn't be choosers and anything was better than the mess I spent days in. I snagged the sweatshirt off the counter and slipped it on. This at least fit a little bit better. It was thick enough that you wouldn't be able to tell I wasn't wearing a bra but it almost came down to the end of my shorts that at a certain angle it looked like I wasn't wearing any.
I shrugged at myself in the mirror. It was what it was. I grabbed the dirty clothes and brought them out to the kitchen where William was standing at the stove.
"If you point me in the direction of the laundry room, I can toss these in." Like an idiot I showed him my dirty clothes.
"The door right behind ya, dear."
I turned around and made quick work of throwing the clothes in the washing machine. I would wait to start it until after Graham showered. "Thank you."
"Yer welcome. I'm making some soup and grilled cheese sandwiches if ya want to let Graham know. They’ll be ready shortly."
I nodded before heading back toward the bedroom we were sharing. William probably thought there was something wrong with me. I had barely spoken to him since we met, but I think the shock was setting in and all I wanted was to call Missy, eat, and crawl into bed.
A bed I would be sharing with Graham.
That thought played over and over in my mind as I walked into the bedroom. It didn't help that Graham looked like he swallowed his tongue when I walked into the room.
"How was . . ." Graham cleared his throat. "How was your shower?"
"Relaxing. William is making us food." I wanted to say more but I couldn't take my eyes off his hungry gaze.
Then like a light switch had flipped, Graham shook his head. "I'm going to go shower, then." And before I could say anything further, he rushed out of the room.
Knowing that the food would be ready soon, I opted to grab the phone and give Missy a quick call. Like usual, my friend barely answered before it rang out.
"Hello?" Missy sounded groggy.
"Sorry to wake you."
"Holy shit!! Tim! Tim!" Missy shouted so loud for her husband that it almost burst my eardrum. "It's Sarah. She's alive! Oh my God, when I heard about the plane crash, I thought you were dead. Where the hell have you been?" My friend was back to talking to me.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
"Try me."
I went on to explain the plane crash and getting captured by pirates. Graham's beatings and our crazy escape. Finally, I told her about floating on the ocean until a nice fisherman found us.
"Holy shit! You're right. If it was anyone else, I wouldn't believe them. It's like you lived out a movie!" Missy exclaimed.
