“Back, with thirty seconds to spare,” Beau said when Rick slid into the passenger seat. “Did you learn anything useful?”
Rick waggled a hand. “Maybe. I have to think about it. How are you with heights?”
“I’m not afraid of them, if that’s what you mean.”
“Good. Let’s get back home.”
Home? One day and he’s calling it home? Hell, I don’t even do that, but then I guess it’s a different perspective. After spending a year surviving on the streets, any place that lets him be off them, and not in a shelter, must seem special. Even a small apartment shared with a weird roommate.
When they arrived back at the apartment, Rick settled on the sofa, staring off into space. Beau made coffee, bringing in cups for both of them when it was ready.
After taking a seat in one of the armchairs, Beau asked
