Chapter 23November, the month of remembrance and the dead, was here, and with it, came the end of many things. Beginnings, too.
I now lived with Lene Lund, in her one-bedroom apartment in the Mile-End district. It was temporary, of course. I was actively looking for an apartment.
Oh, and a job.
Three days after Aunt Fran’s funeral, which had been two weeks ago, I’d handed in my resignation to Mr. Goldman, who only a few weeks before, had been praising me for my “quiet leadership.” He’d called me Eric through the whole private meeting, it was very anticlimactic.
That day, Jake had spotted me emptying my desk. “Where you going?”
“Quit.”
His face had turned a vibrant shade of red, and he’d rubbed his dark hair back. “Oh yes, my fine man! You f*****g rock!”
It had taken a little convinc
