What his support, I saved. I found a tiny flat of my own, a one-bedroom one, but it was ours, thanks to the money Calderon had given me. I thanked him by decorating party and inviting him to supper the day I received the keys.
He arrived carrying a toolbox. He smiled and added, “Just in case you need help setting up.”
“This is not necessary for you to do.” “I understand.” He ruffled Mateo’s hair and put down the toolbox. “But I’d like to.”
That night, we spoke for hours on end. Life issues, loss, and second chances. And he simply smiled and remarked, “That’s what people are supposed to do,” when I eventually thanked him for everything, not just the flat.
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