Elaine
It was just like I remembered, the scant room with a gray couch that saved the vast space and a fluorescent lamp shining yellow that glowed on the walls in a soft, sunny glow. The house carried a faint scent of him and had little personality.
"You spend little time here."
He said nothing at first and led on; his voice was bland and carried little emotion. "You are right, Elaine."
I wonder just how lonely it must have been for him, with his sister dying early on when he was a kid and losing his parents. It must have been unbearably lonely. I have a grandmother. There were some tolerable days when I missed my parents.
.
I tried to lift his mood; I followed him around. "Well, maybe I'll often visit and make it more lively."
He chuckles, his voice sending waves deep down my belly
