73
Saxon
I shake the bag viciously and shove my clothes inside, along with the other few things I brought with me.
‘What did that bag ever do to yer?’ asks Elgee.
I ignore my friend and dump the bag on the ground.
‘You talked with Kerina?’
I don’t answer; instead I neaten up the room and make the bed.
‘Saxon?’
‘What?’
‘Easy, mah friend.’
I kick the bed in frustration and sink down on it. ‘Damn it! I’m sorry, Elgee. I ain’t mad at you. I shouldn’t be such a tinker.’
‘You two have a lover’s quarrel?’
I grunt. ‘No quarrel … and no lovers, that’s for sure.’
‘What are yer talking about?’
‘Kerina made it pretty clear that my feelings weren’t … reciprocated.’
‘Mmm hmm. Well, the girl has a lot on her mind. Maybe some time might help.’
I stand up. ‘I appreciate what you’re doing, E
