Dewey sat in a chair opposite Joel in his room at the boarding house. He had brought the soup as he had promised, just broth and noodles, no chicken. There were two pieces of cornbread to go with the soup. For himself Dewey had bought a slice of apple pie, fresh from the oven. Molly had served it to him in a bowl with cream and sugar.
Joel still looked haggard but color was returning to his face. Neither man spoke until Joel had finished his soup. Setting the bowl on the floor beside his bed, Joel stretched his arms above his head, and twisted his back from side to side. His stomach was settling down. He put both pieces of cornbread in the soup bowl to be eaten later.
Dewey leaned his chair back on two legs, leaning against the plain wood wall. He had perused the room while Joel ate. There wasn’t much to look at. There were no decorations, no mementos, no rugs. Three suits hung in the open wardrobe. The floor beside the cabinet held one pair of brown boots and one pair of black dress shoes, obviously the ones he would wear to the law office. A brown ...