Morning came, and downstairs I found Brett making coffee. I said, “Where’s Leonard?”
“I sent him to his place.”
“Sent him?”
“To get his stuff. His rent plays out in the next couple of days. He doesn’t need to be staying in some rat hole, and besides, I like having him around.”
“I like having him around too… but not that much.”
“It’s temporary. Me and him talked.”
“He has enough money right now to rent or put down dough on a good place, he just hasn’t done it. He’s cheap.”
“He’s not ready for that. Not with the way things are with John.”
“And things may never get better,” I said. “But they might. And if they don’t, he’ll move on. Leonard’s a survivor.”
“He is at that.”
“What we talked about last night,” she said. “I been thinking.”
“That’s all right,” I said. “I was having a sentimental moment.”
She put her arms around me. My hands cupped her buttocks.
“How long before he gets back?” I asked.
“Let me start the coffee, then let’s go upstairs and see if you can make a hole in one before he shows.”
I let go of her. She turned off the coffee. She took my hand. We went upstairs.
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