With Grandma dead, his wife gone, the only thing in Paul’s life was his crummy job.
His boss told him he’d taken all the leave and vacation he’d get, any more absence and he’d be fired.
Paul said nothing. He went to work early, stayed late, because he had no life.
After two weeks of living at the Motel, the agent he’d hired alerted him of an available apartment.
Paul would have taken anything.. The apartment was trash but it was better than where he had been.
The flat was not like the house Grandma had put him when he was seventeen. Not a fifth as good as the flat Daraja rented after they married when he was twenty one.
But, this was his first place with his name on the lease.