More of the same story

*I think I might be a bit too tired of brain to write too meat right now. just bit of fluff to bridge*

I pull the first aid kit out of the car. I look ay Rick’s cut it is not bad just a small slice clean and bleeding a normal size bandage does the job.
“So do you usually get to move people in to houses that slam their own door and break windows” It is such a silly question that I feel my self blushing when it finished coming out of my mouth. Rick Laughs loudly in a gafaw that is very much associated with working class men.
“Mommy I need to go potty” Helen’s voice comes from closer than I suspect. She has walked down the steps and is now standing on the curb behind the truck.
“Stay right there sweetie” I say louder than I mean too.  I run across the street and scoop her up. And run up the step to the door. Suddenly I am afraid that the door will be locked. I take a deep breath and grab the door handle. It sticks then clicks open with ease. I sigh loudly and fell some of the stress as good as it has been shake through my body.
“Are you Ok Mommy?”
“Yes sweetie I am just tired.” I remember my plan for a nap and think it is time.”After you go potty shall we take a Nap sweetie?”
“That is a good idea Mommy”
I laugh at her assurance. And head up stairs to the bathroom. The sun is shining through the bare window giving the blue and white room a brightness that almost blinding.