Lehman walked the ten
blocks from the restaurant to his apartment building. His
mind was empty. Once he bumped into someone walking the other
way. He said, Excuse me. The
other person muttered something. At his building, Lehman
automatically checked his mailbox He took the few things in
it and reminded himself that he had to write a letter to his mother.
Lehman entered his
apartment, a studio. He saw that his cat Mickey was on the
one comfortable chair. The apartment as usual was in a
mess. He gathered up the newspapers strewn about and
put them in a neat pile. He rinsed off the dishes in the sink
and put them in the cupboard. He put the jacket hung over a
chair in the closet. Hed do a real housecleaning
tomorrow, he told himself.
He moved Mickey over and
sat down in the armchair. Its over,
Mickey. She said its over. He
sat there for a long time, absently stroking the cat.
Well, he said, I might as well go to
bed. He opened up the sofa-bed. He
went into the bathroom, which also looked messy. Hed
have to clean it up tomorrow. He brushed his
teeth. He went back in the other room and
undressed. He got into bed. He lay there
for a while, then he began sobbing, huge racking sobs that seemed to come from
the core of his body. Im sorry, Mickey, he
said. I cant help it. The
sobbing eventually subsided. Hed have a busy day
tomorrow, he thought. After a while he went to
sleep.