Twenty minutes later I am
knocking on Joe’s door. I have to knock
a few times before I hear the sliding of a latch and the door opens. Joe peers out cautiously but then his face
lights up. “Aaron, my old friend, what a lovely surprise, but er … you see,” he
continues, still not opening the door fully, “it’s a bit inconvenient at the
moment.”
“Inconvenient? What do you
mean inconvenient?”
“Keep it down, old chap. You know what the neighbours are like. I’m really sorry, Aaron, but I’m in the
middle of something, with uh …”
I finish his sentence,
attempting to sound ironic. “A young lady?”
“Ah, yes, precisely. You do
understand.”
I should say at this point
that Joe is my age, that is, sixty-seven, and decidedly not the better looking
of us two, so I am a little flabbergasted to say the least. “You’re kidding, right?”
He pauses, and then with a
laugh opens the door wide. “Fancy some tea?”
I push him playfully to one
side and enter. “Young woman, indeed.”
I follow him into the
kitchenette and watch as he puts the kettle on and finds two garish mugs, which
he takes from the cupboard. He turns to
look at me, and says apologetically, “Long life milk only. Hope that’s okay?” I nod.
“So, how are things?” I ask,
as we sit around his frail dining room table.
Joe shrugs, “Same old. Not much to tell. Apart from the fact there was another mugging
in the alleyway last week. The police
came around asking if anyone had seen or heard anything, but as expected, no
one had.”
“Did you?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I would have said something.”
“I know.”
“So, what about you?” he asks,
taking a sip of tea.
“Oh, its all go my end. I had a visitor last night.”
Joe raises his eyebrows.
“Just a cat, pawing at my
window. I reckon it must belong to the
neighbours. I let it in because the rain
was pelting down. It left this morning.”
Joe takes another sip of his
tea, “Hmmm. So?”
“So what?” I ask.
“Did you see her again?”
“See who?”
Joe snorted. “The woman at the
park. You were going to talk to her. Don’t play coy with me.”
“No, I wasn’t. I don’t know
what you’re talking about.”
“Were too, you old chicken.”
I sigh, “Look Joe. I’m too old
for all of that.”
Joe puts his mug down with
clear exasperation. “That, my friend, is
a load of cobblers, and you know it.”
“I don’t know, Joe, some days
I feel like I’ve had enough and just want to end it all. Then like today, life seems okay again.”
Joe looks at me intently. “All the more reason to get yourself a good
woman, my friend. Look, I know, it’s the
same with me: some days are good, some not so good, but that’s the way life is,
and our job is to make the most of each opportunity for happiness. Anyway, it is really nice to see you
again. Fancy a game of chess?”
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