Chapter 263: Moving

We’ll just be here for a little while. Don’t get too comfortable. - Donna Leigh

Rye stood on the front porch of the small white clapboard post-war bungalow. With a bright smile, Karan handed her the house key. Cookie stood behind her, beaming with pride. Rye smiled at them, acting as though nothing had happened earlier. The whole club now knew that her mother was a whore, and she probably was too. There was nothing Rye could do. Tears would do no good. They would not change anything.

Rye unlocked the door and walked into the small house. There was a small foyer with twelve-inch tiles of assorted colors and a small gray rug covering the floor. On the right were several hooks with a black bench underneath. On the left was a slim black metal table about four feet high with a pine wood top about six feet long. A gilded mirror hung above on a cream-colored wall.

Walking through the arched doorway to the living room, Rye found more of the assorted tiles and cream-colored walls. A large st