Zack shrugged. “Well, you weren’t.” He came over as Trev sat down and began sketching the apartment.
“This is basically it—the one room with the screen, the kitchen, with a waist-high divider between it and the living room. I figure the divider’s supposed to be used for eating. Oh, and a bathroom. The bed has a new mattress, the manager said.”
“Another plus. So you’re going to take it? The apartment, I mean.”
“I think so. Yeah, I am. I have to be out of here by Monday. And…I have to get awayfrom here.”
“I know.” Zack squeezed Trev’s good shoulder. “If you need help packing—”
“Oh God. I have to send John’s things to his parents.”
“Tell you what. I’m off tomorrow. How about I come by and help?”
“I’d like that. It won’t be much. I’m not taking the furniture. I suppose I should call a thrift shop to come get it—and John’s clothes.” Trev sighed deeply.