After work, he caught the bus home. It was dark by the time he arrived. Summer was at an end and autumn was eager to arrive. He pushed through the front door and collected his mail from the table by Douglas’s door.
“I thought that was you,” said Douglas, leaning out.
“Oh, hi. How are you?”
“Have you eaten yet? I’ve made some lasagne. Thought you might like some.”
Brad looked at him for a moment without answering. He hadn’t got used to Nice Douglas, and wasn’t sure he ever would. “Okay. Let me run upstairs and freshen up. I’ll be right down.”
“I’ll leave the door open.”
In the bathroom next to his room, Brad removed his shirt and washed his face and neck. He went to the toilet and brushed his teeth. After applying some deodorant, he headed into his room to get a fresh shirt. Within si
