Here's a mini sequel to The Angel of 13th Street, a little scene that takes place shortly after the story ended:
“The place looks fantastic!” Noah whistled as he looked around the ultramodern, new and improved Tub of Suds. The old worn out washers and dryers had been replaced with state of the art, gleaming silver behemoths.
“Told you!” Jeremy smiled as he looked up from the book that lay open upon a folding table -- a new folding table that wasn’t burned and stained and quite probably still “gum-free” underneath. He embraced Noah, burying his face in his lover’s neck.
“Mary’s closing tonight so I’ll be able to leave a little early,” Noah murmured, a hint of hope in his voice.
Jeremy nibbled Noah’s neck, anticipating the night to come. “I should be ready to leave in an hour.”
Suddenly Noah raised his head and stiffened, looking out over Jeremy’s shoulder. “Umm..Jeremy?
“Hmmm?” he replied, too comfortable to move.
“What’s that doing there?”
Jeremy reluctantly pulled away from the warmth of his lover’s body, following Noah’s line of sight. Between two shiny new double-load washers was an old, badly beaten and rusted avocado, single-load unit. “Oh, that!”
“I though you were gonna replace all the washers. It was in the budget.”
Jeremy glanced up at the clock and smiled. Taking Noah by the hand, he led him back to the office, turning off the light and closing the door all but a crack. “You’ll see,” he said. “They should be here soon. In the meantime…”
Their mouths had just found each other’s in the dark when the bell chimed over the door. “It’s kind of late,” Noah said, “who’d be washing clothes at this hour?”
They positioned themselves with a clear view of the laundromat when two young men entered, each carrying a plastic bag. Their clothes were old and worn, and the younger-looking one’s jeans were too short. He was wrapped in a much-too-large jacket, while the older-looking boy wore only a sleeveless shirt. It had to be forty degrees out tonight. They bypassed all the newer washers, making a beeline for the old one.
“This one works if you only put a dollar in,” the older one said. “That’ll give us just enough to wash and dry.”
The other boy sighed. “Too bad we don’t have enough to order a burger. I’m starving.”
His companion wrapped him in a hug. “Don’t worry, Dave, I’ll think of something. I promised I’d take care of you, right?”
“You always do.” The adoring look on Dave’s face said just how well he believed those words, even though Jeremy could see the worry in the older boy’s eyes.
“Noah?” Jeremy whispered.
“Think you could call over to the bar and order two ‘mistakes’ all the way? With fries?”
“Coming right up,” Noah replied, pulling out his cell phone.