“Gavin, I’m writing my comprehensive exams for Oxford. I am not going to worry about him right now.”
”How long has he been gone?”
”I’m not sure. You know there are days when I don’t see him. From the looks of the soap in his shower, it looks like he’s been gone for a while.”
Gavin walked into his bathroom and looked in the shower.
“Everything is certainly dried up in there. That soap. He’s just used that little corner,” he said.
”He’s always afraid he won’t be able to buy anything, even with that huge fortune sitting in the bank at his disposal.”
Gavin paced around the apartment. “Any idea where he went?”
I finally sighed and laid down my books.
”A few weeks ago, he mentioned a craving for Indonesian food. If I were you, I’d try Amsterdam.”
”Is he manic right now?”
”Gavin, when will you learn that he’s always manic and get him some help?”
Gavin just looked at me and said, “Where in Amsterdam?”
”The red light district. That’s where his favorite Indonesian restaurant is. As well as a lot of available women.”
Thanks to Susan at Sunday Photo Fiction for the prompt and Fandango for the photo!