Chapter 6

Carlo smiled, eyeing him for a moment before crossing the room to get a T-shirt from the dresser. “I try to when I can. I haven’t had much chance to recently, what with everything that’s gone down.” He came back, saying, “I bet you do every day.”

Walter shrugged. “I do when I get the chance.”

“Figured as much.”

For a second they stood there, looking at each other, then Walter turned away, heading back to the kitchen.

Dinner was a quiet affair. None of the men talked much other than about the food and the weather, which was at the moment cool and rainy. After they finished, Carlo volunteered to do the dishes, much to Walter’s surprise. Somehow he’d expected him to either go back to his room or head into the living room and turn on the TV. Fifteen minutes later, he was surprised again when Carlo got a book and settled down in one of the armchairs to read.

“Thought I was a dummy?” Carlo asked with a bit of asperity, glancing at Walter.

“Not a dummy, just…” Walter shrugged.