“I used to say that about you when you were little.”
“I know. That’s why I said it.” Benito pointed to the bags by the front door. “I brought you some stuff. Text me if you need anything else.”
“What did the man from the housing association say?”
“The man? Why are you pretending you don’t know his name? He’s been your contact at DOSHA for ages.”
“I’ve forgotten it.”
“It’s Mickey.”
“He doesn’t look like a Mickey.”
Benito shook his head. “Whatever. If you wanted to know, you’d have let Gianna open the door to me last night and tell you.”
“You’renot going to tell me?”
“There’s nothing to tell. I’m sorting it. You need to fill out some forms. Gianna has them on her iPad, or you can do the paper ones I gave her last night.”
Rosetta stepped forward. “Benito—”
“Don’t. I need to sleep. I’m too tired to fight you today.”
Benito drifted to the front door. For a moment, he imagined he heard Rosetta following him, but when he turned to say goodbye, she was gone.