The Vampire (THE VAMPIRE Book 1) by Sandrine Genier Page B

purpose it seemed.
    “If there are tasks or instructions for you I will leave that written information on the table in the foyer, in place of a meeting. If I cancel the meeting, I will leave a note there also.”
    Jason nodded.
    “Do you have any questions?”
    “Will there be a list of things you need me to do on a regular basis?” Jason asked.
    Augere gave him a blank look. “Only as things come up,” was his vague reply. “We will meet next Thursday at the same time.” He paused then. “You may go.”
    That was it? That was the meeting? Jason was slow to respond; he nodded then as he rose slowly and turned to leave. Perhaps I should have come prepared with more questions .
    Now he had nothing to do until next week. Unless Mr. Augere called him for something.
    That evening he called his mom to get her advice on the curtains. He described how many windows, how big, etc. She advised him to get professionals in to measure and put up the hardware; then he could go out and buy what he liked. It sounded like good advice to him; he wouldn’t have thought of that. But then she had lots of questions and typical Mom concerns: “Are you eating enough? Do you cook for yourself? You never told us much about that guy—do you boys cook and eat together? What is he like, Jason? Is he being nice to you?”
    “Mom, he’s not my roommate, he’s my boss. We live in separate areas of a big house. We do share a kitchen, but honestly, I don’t think he has ever even used it. I had to buy a microwave, a toaster, coffee pot. There wasn’t even a spoon or a plate or cup in the house. There is a walk-in pantry—you would love it, Mom—and it was totally empty. There isn’t even so much as a single can of Coke in the fridge though. Very weird.”
    “Oh, the poor thing! He probably can’t cook and needs a good home cooked meal. I know you can cook some things, Jason, at least a few basic dishes; you could offer to cook and invite him.”
    “Yeah, I suppose I could do that. I don’t want to seem too pushy though. Maybe I will.”
    He decided to do laundry after he got off the phone with his Mom. He gathered up his few items and rolled them to the laundry room in his new laundry cart. He watched to make sure he didn’t mark up the floor in the foyer, and the cart, quiet though it was, sounded much too loud to him in the absolute stillness of the house. The quietness of the place was starting to get to him already. He opened the laundry room, and unloaded his laundry supplies. When he opened the washer to dump in a load of clothes and linens he had to stop suddenly: the protective cardboard from the factory was still around the spindle. Jason shrugged and removed it. Okay, so he bought a new washer. I guess it’s okay if I am the first one to use it. He did show me where this room was . He read the directions to get started.
    When the new TV arrived the next day, Jason was there waiting. He wanted the TV set up and working before the delivery guys left. The days when you bought a TV and just plugged it in and turned it on were long gone. His parents’ new TV, which they had bought at Christmas, had come with a 155-page instruction manual.
    But the guys could find no cable hookup. None. Now that is odd, Jason thought. A young guy like Augere—and no cable TV? This big house, with what appliances were present all looking brand new—but no cable. This wasn’t exactly an emergency reason to call him, but now what? He would have to look into this. The delivery men left.
    He left the house and took the car intending to get more groceries; he still needed basic staples, some microwavable stuff and fresh fruits and vegetables. It felt good to buy whatever he wanted or needed and not have to budget one thing over another. He had already received his first paycheck, and he was stunned. Because he was paying so little for living expenses he was actually able to keep much more of what he earned. He put a chunk of it into savings.
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