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to eat. He picked up his fork and twirled the pasta around it and shoved it in his mouth.  He chewed slowly thinking I guess I should wait for her before I eat . He shrugged his shoulders and swallowed. “Nah, she gonna be in the bathroom forever.”

Chapter Three
    Carla stepped out of the tub taking the towel hanging on the rack to dry off.  She gently rubbed around the wound on her hip.  From what she could see, it was a flesh wound. The bullet had grazed her hip and opened the skin deep enough for it to bleed but not enough to require stitches.  Observing the hideous mark on her body she was sure it would leave an ugly scar.
     She opened the medicine cabinet and found a tube of antiseptic cream and a box of gauze pads.  Spreading the cream on the gauze, she tore off enough tape to make a bandage big enough to cover the half-dollar size wound. It was a good thing she had a tetanus shot when she took the home health aide position.  But, she would keep a close eye on the wound to make sure it didn’t get infected.
    Carla looked at her hair in the mirror.  Her freshly flat-ironed hairstyle had curled into a tangled black mass of kinks.  She looked for a brush or comb in the drawer. Finding a brush, she pulled her shoulder-length black hair into a ponytail braiding the ends and securing it with a rubber band. “That was $65 wasted,” she mumbled.  She applied antiseptic cream to the small scratches on her face and elbows. She cleaned up her mess and put the first-aid kit away. She picked up her watch to put on her wrist and noticed it was broken. Tossing it in the garbage, she washed her underwear and laid them on the edge of the tub to dry.  She shook her head wiping her hands on the towel wrapped around her body. “I might have to wear someone else’s clothes, but I’ll be damned if I wear their underwear.”
    She went to the first bedroom she came upon and opened the closet to look through the clothes.  It was mostly men’s clothing and hardly anything that would fit her.  The few women’s outfits hanging there were business suits and a pair of jeans that were three sizes too big for her. She sighed and closed the door. Ruffling through the dresser, she found a white tank top and a pair of black silk basketball shorts. They were still men’s clothes but at least they were comfortable. She took a shirt from the closet to use as a robe and went to the living room.
    Carla smelled the pasta, and her stomach growled. “I’m done if you want to use the bathroom.  You don’t have to worry, I cleaned up my mess,” she said walking to the kitchen. He didn’t even look at her when he spoke. She found his actions to be rude and disrespectful.
    “Thanks. When you’re done eating put the food away. We might be here for a couple of days.”
    Carla rolled her eyes upward. “You might be here for a couple of days—I’m going home and back to my life tomorrow.”
    Zach got up from the table and put his plate in the sink. “You aren’t going anywhere until I say so. Get used to your new surroundings and learn to like them.”
    Not feeling hungry anymore, Carla shoved the pot in the fridge and slammed the door. She walked over to him.  She didn’t realize he was so tall until she had to look up to meet his gaze. “You are one rude ass! We’ve already established we don’t care for one another, but you will not disrespect me.  I’m sorry I messed up your secret undercover assignment or whatever you were doing in that bus shelter.  But, you will not talk to me like I’m a non-person.  I bet if I were a perky blonde, you wouldn’t be talking to me like that.  You’d be bending over backwards to help me.”
    Zach didn’t flinch as she ranted. “Go to bed and get some sleep.  It’s been a long day.”
    She was tired, but now she was mad. “Screw you! I’ll go to bed when I get ready,” she barked.
    He gave her a cocky grin. “That’s the second screw you’ve given me tonight.  I’ll need