Chapter 3
The following day, when Brad got home from work, he saw a shiny new key sitting on top of the table in the foyer. He picked it up and his first thought was to knock on Douglas’s door to thank him. His second, and final, thought was to avoid the grief and climb the stairs to his room. Besides, both hands were full of plastic grocery bags, and his arms were starting to ache.
It felt good to have food in his home. He could get up and go to the fridge any time, and find himself something good to eat. Tomorrow he’d buy some beer, and on the weekend, he’d go shopping for a couple of rugs for the floor, and a pot plant or two, though he’d have to make individual trips since he only had two hands and the public transport system to rely on.
Even things at work were looking up. He met m
