Chapter 18

“I guess. Maybe,” I answered over his cackling. “Why?”

At my answer, he howled. He snatched his hand from mine and covered his face as tears poured down his cheeks. His laughter had a manic edge to it.

“What’s so funny, Christopher?”

It took a lot of choking and coughing and aftershock chuckles to calm him down.

“Oh God. Oh God,” he said finally. “Sorry. I heard what a fool I sounded like, asking the owner of the store if he should be working. It’s your store. You can do whatever you want. You’re like me. You can work when you want to.”

Then he seemed to sober up. “Yeah, not just like me.” He shook his head. “I might have to come up with a new game if this house is really mine and it costs too much to fix.”

Christopher turned to me with a look of amazement. “Thank you for your understanding and help, Frank. I’ve never been able to talk to anyone like this before. Not even Jules.”