The Loved One
My landlord’s rep just showed up at the door unannounced and was none too pleased that I do not yet have the rent for the month of June. I said that I’m working on it desperately. He looked down at the pavement and said, “Alright, I’ll let him know” as if suggesting he needs to break the news of the sad demise of a loved one to the guy.
“All day the head had been barely supportable but at evening a breeze arose in the West, blowing from the heart of the setting sun and from the ocean, which lay unseen, unheard behind the scrubby foothills. It shook the rusty fringes of palm-leaf and swelled the dry sounds of summer, the frog-voices, the grating cicadas, and the ever present pulse of music from the neighbouring native huts.” ~~ Evelyn Waugh, “The Loved One” (1948)