“This is nice,” Troy said, looking around the barely furnished living room and dining room. “It looks like it wants a family, with two kids and a dog.”
“It was nice with just two men who—well, never mind; that’s over now. I’ll be happy to be out of it tomorrow.”
“But where will you go?” Troy asked, putting his pack on the dining room table and fussing with one of the zippers.
I shrugged. It was stupid of me, and maybe self-pitying, but I had made no plans at all. There was a couch in my office; I guess I’d go there. I guess I wanted an excuse to feel sorry for myself.
“You didn’t tell me about your job yet.”
Troy pulled a bottle out of his bag. “Ta da! Dad’s best brandy! Do you have any cups left here? No? No glasses? Not even a couple of dog water bowls?”
We ended up sitting at the
