“You must remember something, so do you?”
Eddie pauses and clears his throat. “Sketchy details.”
“Okay good. Please tell me more.”
“I-uh, I’m trying to remember, I really am.” He doesn’t want to go there.
“I’m gonna make you a coffee and something to eat.”
I think he just nods to stop me from going on at him. I make two medium strength coffees and add two teaspoons of brown sugar to his, he needs it. What would he like to eat? I don’t even stop to ask him, I know he’ll say no. Instead, I fetch a box of grapes from the fridge and place them on the table. Once upon a time, we could both get through a box of grapes a night. He sighs and reads the top of the cellophane. What is he examining? Whatever it was, he seems happy and picks one placing it into his mouth. To my relief, he eats around ten of them. I pretend not to notice, but mentally I am taking note of his daily calorific intake, that’s another 34.
“Shall I make you something more substantial?”
He shakes his head and slides the grapes from the table onto his lap.
“Nah, I’ll just look after these.” He whispers.
It’s then that I see a tiny sparkle in his eye, the one that originally I feared he might have lost.
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