Secrets Over Dinner

His body was limp in the passenger seat as he said weakly, “What kind of ill fate is this? I couldn’t even run from it!”

I broke into laughter. “There are empty rooms in my house. If you don’t like to stay at hotels, you can come and stay at my house.”

“Hang on,” he said while shaking his head. “I still want to live for a few more years. I’ll think of something.”

We talked about what had happened