Chapter 8: Trio in Trouble
“What’s up?” I said when I had opened the door and ushered him inside.
When I had closed the door, I looked at him in surprise. He seemed a totally different man from when I had left him just two hours earlier. I took his coat and he followed me into the living room.
“Have a seat,” I said, adding, “Beer?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
When I had handed him the beer, he held it in a distracted manner, looking at nothing. I sat down and sipped my own beer, looking him over. When his eyes finally met mine, he gave a weak smile.
“Could I crash here?”
I looked him over again, noticing how the shoulders, usually held proudly back, were slightly hunched now. He looked defeated. And, although he was far less virile-looking now, I found my heart go out to the man a bit. This was
