Lefteris waits, part two

Where has she gone again? Something is not right. Every Sunday for... Since. Leave that now. It’s too early for that. Why’s this room so cold again? Everything is breaking, dammit. Everything is breaking down. I can almost see my breath, dammit. How much is this going to cost now? I can call Stathi, he will come in to fix it. He didn’t charge that much last time. When did he come in last. I’m forgetting, dammit. I’m forgetting and I never used to forget, I never could forget. The walls in this room were green, I remember, and we painted them off-white: me, Georgey, the girls were cleaning the house, who else was with us?  There were two more people. Leonidas from work, yes, dammit. Leonidas. What happened to him? He was a good man. He disappeared. He disappeared. Where did she go again? At least it’s not dark outside. All those cars not paying attention. Leave that. The floors are so cold. Where are my slippers? Ah, there they are. The little one made a good choice with these. They know something, these youth. No, pappou, they’re good for your feet. They keep them warm. But pappou doesn’t get cold feet, Michael, go ahead and touch my feet. Making a face. They smell pappou. Don’t you wash them? Giggling. And then, dammit, I started waking up with cold feet. The little kolopaido put a spell on me. How can I not smile, as hard as it is to. Let me go check on him. Even the door knob in here is cold. She probably went to go see... Make sure there are flowers there still. She won’t listen. Killing herself. Our room is colder than the hall. She left the light on in the bathroom. How many times do I have to tell her? Why is the popup drain off? Did she drop something down the drain? I don’t have my glasses to look down anyway. Twist it back in. Forget brushing my teeth. Let her nag. At least the light works when I turn it off. I wonder if the boy can hear the noise coming from the bathroom? He’s too quiet sometimes, and even quieter now. And his door needs to be oiled. Did I wake him? It’s warmer here. Good. And this bed, dammit, we need to go today to get another. Enough. Forget about waiting. I can’t take watching him squeeze into it. When he tells us to pick a bed for him, I’ll pick out the pink one. That will make him laugh. He can’t forget to laugh, dammit, not now, he’s too young. Did I look like that sleeping when I was his age? Stop. Damn floors. Wait. He stopped stirring. Let me go before I wake him up completely. I’ll leave the door unclosed. Coffee is what I need now. Where is that woman? She should have been back by now. This kitchen table needs to be replaced. Too much all at once, my God. These chairs are too hard now. I hate how the grind against my spine. I’ve lost weight, God. You know that don’t you? New bed repair the thermostat change the kitchen table. Too much. Every Sunday going out and she thinks I don’t know that she is slipping out. What is this? Crumbs sticking to my elbows? She baked something yesterday didn’t she? She said she would be back to make breakfast. I never saw any bread around. Where did these crumbs come from? And the dishes in the sink. Something isn’t right. How much more can we bear, my God? She said she would go for a walk over an hour ago.