Emily opened her door to find Moshe standing right outside. He looked anxious.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
Moshe leaned into the bedroom a little. “It’s not a catastrophe,” he whispered. Then he turned and walked, and Emily quickly followed.
“I’ve already done most of it,” said Moshe.
As soon as she walked into the room of windows, Emily was met with the smell of coconuts.
“People have brought up just about everywhere over the years,” he said. “This used to be a wild place, you know, so don’t worry too much.”
Then Emily saw Jonah lying under the table by the window. And she understood. He was drunk. He’d been drinking, all those days. Coconut rum. Orange liquor.
“I don’t want to ask your grandmother,” said Moshe. “But you see, there’s still the stain there, that’s what I don’t know
