The voice on his

phone

sounded dangerous. Not that it spoke in an aggressive tone. Just that he knew what was on the line. Everything. Or the only thing. Where the fuck was Diego?

After hanging up he did the one thing that gave him any sense of joy anymore. When he arrived she looked surprised.

"What are you doing here? I mean, I didn't know you were coming. You're welcome of course."

"I was just around the way. What are you up to?"

"What am I always doing these days?" she said with a smile. He knew the answer. Cleaning. The house was still a mess. Much more work to be done. Maybe he could spend his final days doing something productive with his hands. Maybe 

productivity

wasn't about building something new. Maybe it could be about improving something that had been destroyed. Restoring.

"Could I be of any help?"

"Sure. You could take these bags out to the bin. And then take the bin out to the street once it's full."

"Trash day huh?"

"Yup."

"Weird. I got so used to it being on Sunday that it's strange that anyone would ever think to put out their trash on a

Wednesday

."

Allison gave him a questioning look.

"Is that really so strange?'

"Nah you're probably right. Plenty of people who put their trash out on a Wednesday. Hell, maybe even Thursday. Why not? Who makes the rules anyways?"

Allison's face turned into an even more questioning look. But there was no malice or 

contempt

in it. There was just curiosity and a bit of allure. She liked how childlike Will could be. She didn't find that in men her age these days. They were getting quite old weren't they?

Will said he'd take care of the bags and the bin and left the house. The sound of the screen door slammed against the wall. "Sorry!" Will shouted from outside.