The contents of the chef pan was thickening into a buttery, cheesy
risotto
at half past two.
Godot felt restless when Doug had said they needed to call off their daily call.
"Doug! Can you at least tell me what it's for?"
"Yes. Charlie. That guy who offed himself."
"But what about--" Godot realized he was speaking into a void. The other line had hung up. Damn, Godot thought to himself, couldn't Doug have at least spilled some of the details. He already knew that the guy had killed himself. But what was happening today that warranted cancelling their daily call?
Five years ago he might've gone to a cafe for a cup of
coffee
. Maybe even a year ago he would've done that. But now being unemployed for more than a few months, a trip outside didn't allure him.
Back when he was clocking into the office day in and day out he was already dressed and groomed. Ready to go to a cafe or a bar at a moment's notice. Now he'd gotten lazy with that stuff and was no longer ready. Going to a cafe where other people were dressed felt now like a chore.
Instead he might stay home. Put music on through the speakers. Make a simple yet hearty dish. Like risotto. Godot could make this dish with his mind on other things. Autopilot cooking.
Today he was thinking about what possibly could have happened further with the suicide. Wasn't that story over? The man had jumped out the window and was now gone. What more could there be to the story?
This mind loop frustrated him. The soft house music was now annoying him. He went over to stop it and then it was silent except for the sound of the risotto thickening.
Frustrated yes, but more so excited. Sometime later Doug would call him. Then he too would know the details. He couldn't do anything productive until then.