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"You won't need more than that; I don't have much
stuff."
"You won't need much, your room will be furnished," Joe said.
Michael led the way to his apartment. As they were loading his meager
belongings onto the truck, to Jim, it was like he was moving his
younger brother. He couldn't comprehend yet that this young
muscle-stud was moving into his house as his wife's lover. It began to
soak in when they got home and they were moving his stuff into the
guest room; a chair, a chest of drawers, a lamp, his clothes and some
boxes of personal stuff. When they were finished there was a nervous
moment when neither of them knew what to say or do.
"Well, I think I'll go looking some more for a job," Michael said.
"Good."
Linda was still out of the house. Joe was sitting at the kitchen table
drinking a cold beer when she came home.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," he replied.
"Did you and Michael meet?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And?"
"He's moved in," Joe said.
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