If he was being honest with himself its the first time Marc felt at home. At this church heaving all this furniture around. To what end? He just slept here, so he felt indebted. He couldn't shake it. For the first time in his new life he was being cared for, and allowed to care back. It was different than the cafe. Transactional he thought. Linda in some ways just talks to him because he has enough money to go there everyday. But now its different he thought. If she was in
Westcity
he had to find her, theres no way she went there all in one day. She might have been in that hotel last night. He was sweaty and out of breathe. He hadn't felt that way since his dancing. Made him feel like moving his body. But he restrained himself. They played music over the speakers while they talked over donuts. One guy said its the most holly of the desserts and he laughed honestly out loud. He tapped his feet.
What time is it by the way?
The clocks in the church were covered.
I think about 9, said one guy.
Yeah I'll tell you. 9:15! On the dot!
Marc, felt a bit nervous now, aware of his trip.
I should probably get going. I need to leave.
He shuffled around to the exit, then back to his cot to clean it up.
No worries man, we got this, don't worry.
Just worry about your next thing. What can I call you?
Oh uh thank you, its been nice, Um Marc. Its Marc.
Well Marc your welcome back here anytime.
The man stared at him smiling his hand clasping his.
