I Let A Homeless Man Sleep On My Couch And Came Home To A House I Barely Recognized

light filtering through my thin curtains. I half expected him to have disappeared overnight, taking whatever small comforts he’d found and moving on before I woke, but at seven sharp he stood ready, brace secured, my battered old toolbox already open on the counter. I’ll leave when you ask, he said. Until then, I’ll stay useful.

We walked together to continue reading …