Junior went to the bathroom, found the things Bagga had directed, and for the first time in months, brushed his teeth.
He took a shower, checked the cabinet, used Listerine on his knife wound , happy it was burning out the germs.
The apartment was warm. Junior had forgotten how warm felt.
His clothes were filthy, he washed them in the tub, finding detergent in the kitchen. He wrung them, hung them, and went to the first bedroom, then to the smaller one.
He assumed Bagga had the larger room, so lay down on the smaller bed and went to sleep.
He didn’t wake up until midnight.
He turned on his light, went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth again, then to the kitchen to make a meal.
He wasn’t feeling relaxed but a lot less stressed than he had for months.