I am Gideon: Chapter #20

I am Gideon: Chapter #20

So, that’s what happens when you think you’re safe, I thought.  Every…single…time. Lesson learned.  I stuffed my clothes, my personal blanket and all two of my books into my duffle bag and caught a ground shuttle back to Mrs. Baxter’s Boarding house.  She was full.  No apologies.  No breakfast. 

I became nobody, going nowhere, and getting used to that descriptor.  True aimlessness was setting in. I looked like every other scruffy laborer roaming the streets of the little backwater towns, drifting …aimlessly.

I am Gideon: Chapter #19

I am Gideon: Chapter #19

The bunkhouse on Kibbler’s plantation was not as nice as Mrs. Baxter’s boarding House.  It was a bit chilly, a bit rundown, and I was again sharing space, but there were four of us in a bunkhouse built for twelve, so all of us got a bottom bunk and a bit of privacy.  There were thick, coarse blankets, and a big wood stove at one end which provided some heat.  I was the last person hired, so I was farthest from the fire.  I remedied that by exchanging my bottom bunk for the top, and fared better as the cold settled in.