as he nodded toward the vacant highway. "I'm sure we can find some trouble to get into there."
Genna grinned. "Trouble sounds fun to me."
They didn't have many clothes, and most of Matty's were stained from working around the house. And Genna had little more than tank tops and shorts... shorts that kept getting shorter because she insisted on cutting them up and tops that got tighter because—whoa, mama—the breasts seemed to balloon overnight. But upstairs, in the bedroom with the scattered bottles, Genna had found a slew of clothes hanging in the closet. Most of it was gaudy, some even falling apart, but a few things Genna encountered had been salvageable, some dresses and even a pair of heels that miraculously fit just right.
"You don't think Mrs. Whatever-Her-Name-Is would mind me borrowing her clothes, do you?" Genna asked, pulling a hanger out of the closet and holding the black dress up to her as she turned to Matty, who lurked in the doorway.
"I don't think she'll ever know," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "Besides, finders-keepers. Not sure how much you want, though, since half of it looks like it came out of the 80s."
"More like the 90s," Genna said. "80s were all about big shoulders, but the 90s went sleeveless a lot."
"I stand corrected."
"And the shoes," she said, reaching down to snatch up a pair of pointy-toed heels, "are more like early 2000s, without a doubt. 2004 or so, I'd say. Shoes were so pointy you could stab a man with them. So someone was still here then, or else these wouldn't be around."
Matty raised his eyebrows. "You should've been a P.I."
"Hardly," she said with a laugh as she stripped out of her clothes to try on the dress. "I've got the pieces, yeah, but none of them fit. Downstairs there's a rotary phone and an old ass television without a remote, which is totally more the 60s, right?"
"Right."
"And the car out back is a 64, I think. But in the boy's room, there are books that weren't published until the early 80s. The poster on the wall, of the White Sox, was of the '78 team or something. I can't remember. Anyway, but in here, you know, shit is more modern. That wine bottle right there on the dresser even says 1998 on the label."
"Wow," Matty mumbled. "That's a lot of numbers you just tossed out."
"Yeah, well, who the hell knows what they all add up to." She slid the black dress over her head, letting it fall down around her body. "I'll figure it out, though."
"You seem invested."
"We kind of got dropped in the middle of someone's life, in their house, with their things, in the middle of fucking nowhere, where nobody with an ounce of sanity would want to live. It makes me feel like we might be in an Amityville Horror sequel."
"I don't think it's anything that bad."
"So you don't know?" she asked, eyeing him. "You have to know something."
"I told you what I know. It was a favor from a friend of a friend. They offered the keys, said they didn't need the place."
"It's weird."
"It is," he agreed, "but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, Genna. Besides, the last thing you do with people like them is get curious."
"Yeah, I know," she muttered, slipping her feet into the high heels before reaching into the back of the closet, pulling out an old dry cleaning bag. "Here, put this on."
Matty took it carefully. "What is it?"
"A suit. A crazy expensive one, too, from what I could tell."
"How do you know it'll fit me?"
"I don't," she said. "Won't know until you try."
Matty unzipped it to pull out the suit. It was gray with a subtle pinstripe pattern, paired with a black button down shirt. "You seriously want me to wear this?"
"Yes."
Letting out a resigned sigh, Matty walked away.
Genna tinkered around as he showered, fixing her hair and putting on a bit of makeup. It wasn't much, whatever she'd acquired at the drugstore in town. It made her feel better, though.
Amazing what a pair of heels and some lip-gloss can do...
Genna was lingering in the kitchen when Matty resurfaced, making his way downstairs. He'd ditched the coat but the pants fit him, maybe a bit tighter in the ass than he might've liked, but Genna certainly enjoyed that view. Wow. The shirt hugged him in all the right places, the buttons stopping around his chest, showing off a flash of skin. He