A handyman

A handyman

Kim was one of my big brother’s buddies. He had always been there as a regular fixture in his big brother’s room. Quietly and politely as he behaved, my parents thought it was okay that he often came to visit. I was usually busy with my own stuff and barely thought about him being there. Now we’re in our late twenties all three and here I am in the doorway with all the senses directed at Kim I can’t believe this is the boy…