It's been a little over a week since JP started working at Henri's place. By day two, he was already getting himself to work on his own—and on time. I knew that was a sign of promise. Henri tells me the kid's got a real knack for the job and is a huge help. I have to say, I'm amazed, and pleased. I just wanted to keep him occupied, but it looks like he's got himself a bona fide career.
The added bonus: because he works where I hang out, we're spending more time together. He's happy and settling into his new life. I must say, I'm a genius.
Now I have a new routine: when I show up after work, it's JP who greets me with a whisky and a fresh pack of smokes (and none of the lectures about quitting like I get from Henri). We have dinner together every night and walk home together after the café closes. What more could I want?
JP is like a different kid now; he has a real sense of pride and purpose. Girard's bar tabac saved my life once. Maybe it can save his, too.
