When Steven returned to his room, the first thing that he did was wash his hands. It was a part of his routine now because he was afraid of catching a disease. Once he was properly cleansed, he sat down at his desk and turned on the computer. He had a medical paper that he was working on but had been putting off. He hadn’t even opened the file though before someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” he said.
The door was pushed open, and Thompson strode in. Steven sat up straight but Thompson just looked at him and said, “Settle down. You’re not in trouble. I just wanted you to know that Julie is moving out in a few days.”
“Pardon?” Steven gasped.
Thompson smiled, took out a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, lit it, and threw one to Steven. Steven caught the cigarette, thanked Thompson
