The smile on Mitch’s face when he answered his door caused something to tighten in John’s chest.
“Hi,” John said, needing to swallow before he could get the word out.
“Hi yourself.”
This was nice, but awkward. Moving his weight from one foot to the other, John said, “Your washing.” He held up the two heavy bags.
“You should have let me carry them.”
John shook his head. “I’m only parked just over there.” He turned around to look at his car that was about 20 metres away. “I had to carry them a whole lot further in town.”
“Damn, I should have gone with you.” Mitch took the bags from John and invited him in. “Sorry,” he said, looking over his shoulder.
By this point they were in the front room on the way to the kitchen. Mitch insisted John stay for lunch.
“Thanks. Maybe just a bite.” I
