“I don’t think you really believe that, I think you are just saying a bunch of words,” the man flatly stated.
He filled the chair across from me with huge arms and legs and a puzzled expression. A huge silver cross hung from a chain around his neck. It was possibly removed from a church altar but looked like a normal sized piece of jewelry on his chest.
Confusion and frustration triggered a tic, his left check twitched and his left eye blinked. He clenched his jaw and ground his teeth back and forth. I almost reminded him of what his dentist recommended after his last visit but decided against it. The timing just wasn’t right.
I was about to explain that the maintenance man was not leaving spiders in his bathroom, again, when Lazy Man rushed through the door.
“Puney,” he gasped, out of breath from the short shuffle to the office. His eyes were bleary behind thick lenses. He wore house slippers and a white t-shirt with a hole in the center of his chest.
“My wallet has been stolen. I’ve torn my place up and it’s gone. It’s nowhere. I think I know who took it, too.”
He sighed, “She needs help but I need my wallet.”
Lazy Man sighed again and again.
If Lazy Man was a balloon, he would be almost completely deflated by this time, a shriveled piece of rubber begging for air.
The next day, Lazy Man returned.
He shuffled in wearing tennis shoes and jeans with a clean t-shirt. His eyes were clear and there wasn’t a single sigh on the horizon.
“I just wanted to let you know, I found my wallet. It was in my coat pocket in the closet. I hid it too well from myself.”
He laughed and shuffled back out. A red balloon escaped from a bundle for a birthday and floated up to the sky, a bright spot of color against the sky of blue.