I looked up and he was standing in the kitchen talking on the phone, but he was speaking in Spanish not English. He was holding his cell phone with the right hand and rubbing the back of his head with the left, he turned and he smiled at me as he did.
I thought that we might be roommates then, since it was my grandmother’s house, and he actually acted as if he lived there. He finished talking on the phone and started talking to me. Something about the kitchen or the bathroom . . . I don’t quite remember. What I do remember was his smile, the one he has when he is not quite laughing. He said he was going to take a shower – yes, we were definitely roommates.
He went into the bathroom and I went into my old room and . . . it was a total mess! And in that unusual, absolute and total mess I couldn’t find any clothes to wear. Finally, I got dressed and came out of my bedroom. I found him on the floor pushing open the front door with his back and with his legs. In reality that door is not quite that heavy.
I helped him open the door.