Lud sighed, which surprised me. But when I looked up, he had a smile on his face. “I do, actually. I’ll be back home by the end of the week. Stay safe, yeah?”
And I watched him head outside, hop into a pickup truck, and drive away. What a strange night
* * * *
It was longer than a week before Lud returned home. In that time, I had dusted, vacuumed, and disinfected every surface possible in my spare time. The apartment smelled like Pine-Sol, Clorox, and Windex for a day or two. Perfect.
When Lud came in the front door late on a Friday afternoon as I was preparing to head out to work, he seemed tired. He had an overnight bag slung over his shoulder, and he was dirty from head to toe, the Hugo Boss suit nowhere in sight. He also hadn’t shaved since I saw him last, and his hair was a mess.