31st March, 2014As soon as I felt it appropriate, which as you’d have noticed by the date was the next day, I went round to Bombinho’s house to see if his mood had brightened. I had already been to Crabby Bridge to check for any recent suicides or suicide attempts. There was no sign of a below average height Brazilian amongst the recently fallen.
I rang his doorbell, not knowing whether he’d answer or even be in any mood to speak to me after the incident with Tommy. I had hoped that his bevy of beauties, his fast cars, his freedom to live how he wanted to live would soon make everything appear rosy again. Alas, I had no idea if that was the case, as there was no answer. I tried peering in through a gap in the curtains but couldn’t see anything. Was he home? Who knew!
So, I made my way to
