A sentiment I’ve heard before.
“I don’t need anyone doing that.”
“No,” he nods. “You don’t. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it. Having someone that has your back? Everyone needs that. Even you.” He pushes up from the table, groaning a bit probably from the arthritis in his lower back.
“You need help?” I ask, starting to stand.
“No. I need to take a piss. You should get going. Your friend is gonna be waiting for you.” He pats my shoulder.
“Okay. Promise you’ll call if you need something.” I grab my car keys from the table.
“I will.” He waves and shuffles out of the kitchen.
Silvia’s waiting for me so she can help me unload what few bags I have, so I don’t waste any more time. My new life is waiting and there’s no time like now to get on with it.