Chapter Four
Friday, November 21, 2014
Sarah brought us wine and supper. The Thai food had been in her fridge for a couple of days. It was cold when we ate it. I had saved the five beers Sarah left in my room since I saw her a week ago. I’m feeling unable to do the things I want with Sarah. I can’t afford to treat her the way I want to since I have no job and only rely on a small disability pension that comes to me once a month. I’ve heard my dad say it a million times: nothing in this world is free. It’s a really ironic statement when the only thing in the world you want is free.
I feel like my heart is collapsible now. It’s like one of those cups that you get in a first aid kit that collapses and expands to take pills. Sarah brought the bottle of wine. Sarah brings a cup with her when
