At the house he hurriedly threw all his possessions into the three suitcases he had arrived with. He closed his laptop and secured it in its carry case.
“Thank you for all your help, Joseph,” he said and kissed the man on the cheek.
Joseph blushed.
“You are most welcome, sir.”
Dale took out his mobile phone and called for a taxi then glanced around the room one last time to make sure that nothing had been forgotten. A tear formed, taking him by surprise, though it was soon blinked away. Thoughts of the past and of what might have been in the future did not serve any purpose. It would do him no good whatsoever to journey down memory lane. Nor did he have time for such a journey.
They were on the stairs when the front door opened, both men stopping like rabbits caught in the glare of a
