28. Ash and Thor

Ash's POV

As soon as the driver that brought us left, Martha immediately started to dish out instructions. When she's done telling me what to do, she goes to the kitchen area to start the cooking while I find my way to the hall closet to get some bedding before taking them upstairs.

I'm still cleaning the first room when I hear her shout out my name. My heart sinks out of fear since I thought maybe she fell or something. So I rushed out of the room preparing for the worst. I breathe a sigh of relief when I find her standing at the foot of the stairs looking well but madder than a wet hen with her coat back on and her walking stick in hand.

"Where are you going?" I ask as I walk down the stairs to meet her

"This is the twenty-first century, Ash! You really need a phone! We need to get you one as soon as possible! You made me scream like a banshee when I could have just called your phone!" She says in her sharp southern twang all the while tapping her walking stick on the floor

"Yes,