He had his top off and was taking off his pants, the short kind. Randy always either wore thick cargo pants in the winter or thick short cargo pants down to the knees in the summer and some kind of top. I got an eye around the edge of the door and watched. Randy was taking his clothes off and putting them in the washer. When I looked down I froze and stepped back around the door frame.
You can easily see the washer and dryer from the top of the stairs to the basement. He said sure and went on down.Īfter he left I quick changed and went down to see if he could wash my stuff with his. I said no but could he switch my wash to the dryer. Randy came by to see if I had anything to take down. I had a wash in and needed to put everything in the dryer. I was mostly finished unpacking and getting back to normal. He was looking around without moving his head that much. Randy helped me bring my stuff in and store everything else in the garage to take back at the end of the summer. I always wondered what he was interested in. He took one big bite out of the cookie and that was all. There was a time I thought he was looking at my bedroom while I was at the gym one week so one day I left him milk and cookies. Mom and dad were careful about teaching us to maintain our privacy while forging solid family values. We weren’t disparaging at each other, we were great friends and chattered away all the time when we were near each other. We lived at opposite ends of the house on the second floor. Randy got home on Saturday and I got home on Sunday.