Just as soon as I was turned away though Bradley pulled me back by my shoulder.
‘Give me your address.’ he ordered.
‘Oh…kay’ And I gave it to him.
‘And your number.’
‘Ask for that from Ashby.’ I said and shook his hand off my shoulder.
I briskly walked away without glancing behind me and soon I found myself on the other side of the broken bridge. In a haste, I had forgotten that I couldn’t cross it. There wasn’t anyone there but the bridge was still cordoned off and that wreck of a car was still lying on the other side.
I didn’t feel like going home but I didn’t have any money and even in the unlikely case that I would get a hold of some money I wouldn’t have anything to spend it on. I was getting hungry so I headed back home.
When I returned back home Marta Felix (i.e. my mother) was sleeping in her room downstairs but she woke up to the sound of me climbing the stairs.
‘Why did you wake up so early?’ she asked.
‘The bridge. The bridge that collapsed I wanted to have a look at it.’ I said as I climbed up the stairs.
‘Really?’ she asked as I closed the door behind me.
A normal person would assume that things couldn’t possibly get any worse today but I knew better. No this is not a confirmation bias or a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Later that night I had dinner with my mother which was an unusual thing but then again today was a usual day. There was a knock at the door.