“What’s wrong with that? It’s closer than Brooklyn. I saw a want ad with my name written all over it and opportunity to advance. Rent’s cheap there, I hear. They do have vegans in Vegas. Don’t they?”
“I doubt it,” Michael said.
He doubted it too. He had to admit. “But at least it’s closer.”
“Joe, I’m so lonely, and my sister is driving me crazy. I can’t live in this house anymore. It takes two busses to get to work, and forever, even without the traffic. I can’t do this.”
“Then come back to Brooklyn if you want to, and we’ll figure something out. We can starve here as well as anywhere else. I’m making more money than you are, and I have my own apartment, at least for now.” Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, but it was true. His lease was running out in a couple months, and he’d fallen behind in the rent since Michael left.
“Oh, Joe. I’m so unhappy. What am I going to do?”