He had accepted the invitation but was not aware of what he had said.

Knowing that George was a real woodchuck and that the only word he knew when he woke up was "yes", Tommy had forwarded the invitation to him at 2 am.

He had asked him to meet him in a well-known London café, a stone's throw from his home.

George had agreed, of course,only in purpose to end the call.

George quickly got out of the bathroom, his shower robe twice his size, tripped a second time but managed to regain his balance in time.

He took the first t-shirt that was within reach, a blue sweater,put it on, put on black jeans, a silver chain with shiny reflections,black Converse,before leaving his appartement

He double-locked the door, made sure it was properly closed and left the doorstep,uninsured .

Just in case.
We never know what may happen .

Being alone for so long had planted a seed of doubt and insecurity in his heart.

Startle with each creak of the parquet floor, stay whole nights bathed in fear, staring at the ceiling, dark thoughts pouring in all night, and, at sunrise, after a few hours of sleep, collapse on the sofa,dead tired.

Skip lunch, dinner, sometimes even eat nothing for two days in a row

This is how the life of George Davidson was.

Short chapter (again)
I'm really sorry 😔✋

Merry Christmas ⛄
Stay strong, don't forget that you're loved 💖✨✌️

Aka🍄❄️