Bits of debris made landfall in the wheelchair cuts at the corners. The new boots from Mandy’s ex weren’t soaked through. That was a unique and welcome sensation. They were leather, like my work boots, but even when I waded across the streets, they stayed fairly dry inside. They must have some kind of waterproofing finish. I was pleasantly warm in the clothes she’d given me, and the rain poncho was very effective at keeping me dry. Who cared if I looked like a walking tent? Staying long-term at Kelly’s place didn’t seem to be a viable option. We weren’t getting along well enough. I’d told her that I was heading out to check on my apartment, but I was pretty sure everything would be a soggy mess. Since it was a basement located downhill from here, it might still have a few feet of water in it. A discouraging thought. How soon would Mandy and Nicole be leaving on their trip?
