The Plan

It turns out that Robert did have a plan, confused though it was. This morning he suddenly explained that he was eligible for a substantial discount at his hotel, if he were to take them a letter from his case worker explaining his situation.

“You mean a letter like this one?” I grabbed the confusing letter he gave me the other day. (Robert is illiterate.)

“That letter is for you. I can go to my case worker and get a letter for the hotel today.”

“I’m pretty sure that this letter was meant for the hotel.”

So he’s gone for awhile with money for a discounted room; and I have some more elbow room. There are some more stories to tell – anecdotes he told me about his background. I’d rather go along to other things (nothing specific I’m afraid), so they will have to wait for another time.

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