… that was odd.
I’m packing to go home, and Daniel (my adopted brother) knocks on the office door.
His court case got tossed, so he’s free, coming back to town to live (he hopes. I told him not to get his hopes up. Houses are expensive as hell and not available at the moment.) He’s staying with some friend, and says he’s hoping to get carpentry work.
We ate burritos and talked for a bit, then he split and I’m ready for more work.
Strange evening. Sounds like he’s doing okay at the moment, though. That’s good.