Rooming House (for benji)

I once spent the night with a girl named Abigail. She was a big girl and we were both sinners. I asked her in the morning if she had any coffee and I offered to go make it. She explained that she shared a kitchen with a man called John who lived across the hall in his underwear. He was an early riser and would probably be in the kitchen in his underwear. He was and he smelled more or less like sin. I tried to speak to him. I told him I had spent the night with Abigail (the big girl with whom he shared a kitchen). He said nothing except when he went back to his room he nodded toward the coffee pot as an offer to help myself. I said thank you and helped myself. I brought back one cup (there was only one cup left) to Abigail's room and we shared it and a cigarette. After the coffee was gone I put on my hat and said something about how I'd better get going - a long day ahead and so on. She gave me a hug that was quite tender and whispered, "John is very kind." I believed her and left.