It had been a busy day, and although this would usually bring at least a hint of a smile to George’s face, it hadn’t. Stock had been flying off the shelves, but at the back of his mind was a small worry about what would happen when it ran out and if they were unable to find new suppliers. He had no idea what he’d do if the shop had to shut down temporarily. At the moment it was the only thing keeping him going, the only distraction that he had.
Brushing aside a set of magenta robes that had been dumped on the sofa, he plonked himself down in an attempt to relax for once. He seemed to be unable to relax recently, every time he tried to, along came thoughts of Fred and he’d then get up and go and work on something new just to get rid of them. All he could ever feel was the pain of losing him and the guilt that he hadn’t been there when it happened and it tore him up inside. If only he had been there, he might have been able to save him or at the very least just been there so Fred knew that he had cared.
There was a loud rap at the door causing George to jump. He wasn’t sure who it could be - he hardly ever had visitors these days. It was probably mum, and with a groan he got up and went to answer the door. At the very least he’d get some home-cooked food, one of the main things he missed about living at home. He opened the door to find someone he had not been expecting.