A couple of hours later.
Cas was sitting on the floor with the fragments of the vase in his lap. He had a tube of glue in his hand and tried to paste two fragments together.
Daphne had left again. Whither she hadn’t told.
He had tried to fix the tables in which he’d somewhat succeeded. He didn’t understand why Daphne didn’t just buy new furniture. But maybe she thought he needed to be taught a lesson.
A truck stopped in front of the house and the driver walked to the front door. Cas opened before the man had the chance to ring.
“Hello” Cas greeted the man.
“Good day, sir” the man said. “I’m from Ethan Allen’s thiết kế Center, back in Springs. We’re here with the order”
Cas frowned. “I think this must be a mistake” he said, while two men unloaded the truck. “I didn’t order anything”
The man looked at his clip board. “We got a visit from a woman named Meg Masters this morning. She đã đưa ý kiến bạn needed furniture. She đã đưa ý kiến it was urgent” he explained.
“Ehm, can bạn take the old furniture with you?” Cas asked.
“Depends on the state it’s in” the man said. Cas stared at him. “I would have to see the furniture” the man clarified.
“Of course” Cas said. He entered the house and led the man to the kitchen. “Tell me, what can bạn do with this?”
The man gave Cas’ a strange look to make sure he wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t.
“The best bạn can do with these, is burn them. But bạn can do that just as well”
Cas didn’t say anything. He walked to the dresser and opened a drawer. He conjured a matchbox and walked to the ruined furniture. He pulled out a match, struck and let if fall on the wood.
“What the hell are bạn doing, man?”
“Burning the furniture” Cas đã đưa ý kiến obvious.