We hugged, we reassured. He rallied.
Very quickly, now I think of it.
Four weeks later he cried again, but this time, Maree was there.
“The rent’s the rent Guy.” You know that.
Next morning. Gone. No note. No rent money.
Today I saw him outside a cafe with a bag packer
She held his hand in a soothing, not romantic way, then took some notes from her purse and slid them towards him.
He took it as he dabbed is eyes and gave a watery smile.
I must tell Maree.