CHAPTER 20
I’m not sure I helped much. Two days later, Jeff is gone. He’s not there when I get home from work. I walk around the house like a lost ghost, from room to room, but he has left. It doesn’t surprise me because Jeff does this all the time, but he didn’t tell me he was going.
I eventually wind up in the music room. It’s a mess. It’s probably organised chaos to him, but to me, it’s a mess in my house, so I tidy up a bit. I put the guitars back on their hooks and stands, pick up the scattered pages off the floor and arrange them into a pile on the small table that used to live under the window and that has been moved to the middle of the room. I move it back, with the pages on it, and put the chair next to it. Jeff has left his denim shirt on the back of the couch, so I grab it wi
