8
LOST RELATIVE
CLAUDIA
It was quiet as I walked into the hall, the lights above were dim like every morning.
The corridor was long and at the end where the cafeteria was located, just around the corner was the lady’s restroom. I was thinking about John. And then, about Joseph. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy. He is something else, I thought, funny and, well, maybe a little misunderstood. I could see that.
John liked him, maybe I could learn to like him, too. He had after all turned into a different person when he offered to help me out regarding the man who had claimed to be my uncle. I wonder what brought that on? John, I thought. John didn’t think Joseph was such a bad guy, maybe I had him figured wrong.
It was heart warming how Joseph and John had stood in front of me, blocking th
