Scanning his face over, he was deadly serious, and I thought about how sad that was. In a way, he did have a point – half of the drama I had experienced in life had been from external sources – but it was nice to have people around that you could vent to, and have support from.
“Do you not have many friends?” I asked, abandoning all notions of trashy television.
“Is this a coroner’s inquest?” He chuckled.
“No, sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I just think it would be nice for you to have some company. This house deserves some life between its walls.”
“That’s one way of putting it. In answer to your question, I do have a few friends, but they’re mainly business associates that I’ve known for years.”
“When did you meet them?”
“At university. After those years, we then went ou
