III
The door slammed in the hall.
“What are you doing?” Sue exclaimed, looking into our little living room.
“I taught Monty how to play Mahjong,” I said. “We play a game before I go to work. I have a night shift today.”
My friend put the shopping bags on the table and approached us. Her habits have changed a little since I began living with her. Instead of ordering food for home delivery like she always did, she went out shopping herself, accompanied me on walks, even visited a social center they played bridge, chess, pool and other games were played. As if she suddenly regained her desire to meet people.
She watched what we were doing for a moment, then laughed merrily.
“You’ll never win against him.”
“I know. Monty likes it when I play with him, though.”
“Do you really believe th
