PART TWO Hey Joe, I got a text message from Jack, asking if we wanted to meet him at the Irish pub tomorrow,” Sarah said as she sat down on the ottoman. Across from her, her brother was sitting on the sofa, his legs resting on the coffee table, his computer on his lap, some sports program running
Sarah finished the rest of her chili and leaned back in her chair for a moment. She couldn’t deny that she liked having Joe around and cook for her, but at the same time it worried her. She got up from the table, put the dishes into the dishwasher and peeked into the living room where he was typing
Sarah parked in the parking lot outside the apartment building where Jack lived. The Irish pub they were going to was a few minutes away and had hardly any parking. So they would just walk from here. She climbed out of the car, grabbed her purse and her sweater from the passenger seat and walked th
He was following Joe’s advice here – advice Joe had sent in a short text message yesterday: Hi Jack, sorry, but I can’t make it to the pub tomorrow. But you and Sarah should definitely go! Seriously! I think you should go for it! Because friendship sometimes just doesn’t do it… And if you want my a
This time Wendy’s dropping by had been about vinegar she claimed to desperately need to finish her cooking. He had taken his time finding the bottle and then dragged the chat with Wendy out until –Bingo! –Sarah had arrived. Just in time to get a glimpse at Wendy. That way she could at least put a pr
Ten minutes after Sarah had left to go to the store and then meet with Jack, Joe pulled the front door closed behind him and walked up to where the Volvo was parked alongside the road. Stone-faced he gave the damaged front and passenger side another close look. He couldn’t wait to have this repaire
What had he come up here for exactly? He headed for the small office room and turned the PC on. There were still a few files on this computer that he wouldn’t mind having. While it was booting up he squatted and pulled out a big ring binder from the bottom shelf beside the desk. He swiftly went th
He stepped up to the closet, pushed the door open and started pulling out his clothes that he stuffed into the bag (hangers included – he needed some anyway). He loved Ikea bags for the uncomplicated packing they allowed! Once the first bag was full, he opened the second one, threw in some shoes an