With a kiss goodbye and a promise I’d call him later with news of whatever Cory wanted, I parted company with Pete in the entrance of my block of flats and went upstairs to get my car keys to drive over to Cory’s.
* * * *
I knocked on Cory’s door but grew concerned when I got no answer. Then I remembered, although he’d gotten a lighter boot for his foot and could get around more easily, Cory still wasn’t totally mobile. I tried the door handle. It turned and I pushed open the door a few centimetres. “Cory? It’s me, Mike.”
“I’m in the bedroom!” Cory panted.
Fearing something was wrong, I rushed down the short hallway and entered the bedroom and stood frozen in the doorway.