Chapter Twenty One
He had the next couple of days off work. We had made an unspoken agreement that they would be spent locked inside with no visitors, no deity, no submission. Just two adults learning about each other. In his life now, he had as little contact with his family as I had. His parents were back in England, whom he visited every couple years since he moved here at twenty-one.
He was in fact thirty-five now.
He showed genuine care when I described how my dad died of a heart attack when I was fifteen. I had been the only child and was always closer with him, so when he was gone, was when my mom and I basically accepted our less than ideal relationship, and more or less led our own lives.
We ate, talked, watched movies, got high, f****d and explored. On our one week and one da
