The weekend didn’t come one moment too soon. Felix was done with the week, done with the month, maybe even done with the year. He hadn’t seen Kirk, but he wasn’t too worried about it. If Felix could sleep for a week, and he believed he could, then perhaps it was what Kirk was doing. The last time Felix had seen him, he’d looked like a zombie—a hot zombie.
Saturday mornings were the best mornings. Knowing he was off work for two days made the colors shine a little brighter. He grabbed a cup of coffee, yesterday’s paper, and went to sit on his patio. The workers had removed the dehumidifier yesterday afternoon and would be back to work on his floor Monday morning.
His sparrow was hopping around in the magnolia tree, and Felix placed his coffee cup on the patio table before heading back ins
