Chapter Eleven
I thought much about Rene´ that night and the following day. I could see my frustrations calmed on a regular basis except for two things. One, I didn’t like stability and two, Rene´ didn’t ask to see me again.
I lost Ray the next day. I lay in while he headed off for the café I assumed; old habits and all that. Part of his life was eating breakfast at Carol’s and no matter what occurred he still had to make a living, the café familiar ground. He didn’t want clients or tarts coming to the flat for obvious reasons, though he made an exception for Carol.
Much comes out in time. What was a secret one day becomes common knowledge years later. What was infidelity at one time is lost in the vaults of history. Imagine Ray having eaten his fry up taking a call from one of his girl
