Chapitre 83: Chapter 83: Facing Facts

Maggie limped down to Michael’s and let herself in.  “Michael, I’m here.”  She slipped off her one shoe and left it in the foyer.  Michael was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table.  Baseball was playing silently on the television.  “How are you doing?”

“I feel like shit,” he answered without looking her way.

She sighed.  “I’m sorry.  Have you eaten?”  He didn’t respond.  “I’m going to reheat this soup,” she said shrugging.  “You need to eat something.” 

In the kitchen, she found a glass bowl and transferred the soup from its paper container.  While it heated in the microwave, she found a tray and added a small plate of saltines. 

“I met your neighbor,” she told Michael when she brought his soup and crackers.  He glanced at her incuriously.  “Bobby…something.  Tall guy, brown hair?  In 2107?”

Michael frowned slightly.  “Do you mean Beau?”