Wasn’t. Wasn’t included. Was excluded from the invitation list to the soiree. He’d once told rj he had a baboon/gorilla heart black as the Congo jungle. The reason, he suspected.
A highly suggestible type of fellow. Had been carrying around pairs and pairs of shoes, still boxed, for what seemed like a week or more.
Had sat up late each night preparing the coffee for percolation. He’d put several beans at a time between pieces of newspaper and smash them with a hammer. What it produced was still not fine enough so he’d role it with a soup can. Had said it was becoming a chore but could not think of another way around the situation.