[If Cole minds the loneliness, it doesn't seem to show. He's always been used to it, and at least he has the company of animals, here. It's a luxury his mother couldn't ever allow either of them to have in their small apartment back home.]
I didn't know who else to call.
[Not that she's not trustworthy. From what he's seen, she wants to help. So he'll do what he can.]
Would you like to drink something? There's orange juice.
[Soon enough he's back with a glass in his hands, handing it over to her before he wipes his hands on his shirt and takes a seat of his own. There's hesitance in his expression, pressing his lips together, looking down and to the side in a series of slow movements, building up some courage and gathering the right words.]
He told me his name is Samuel. Samuel Volaille, but everybody called him Jugar.
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I didn't know who else to call.
[Not that she's not trustworthy. From what he's seen, she wants to help. So he'll do what he can.]
Would you like to drink something? There's orange juice.
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Sure. Did you already have breakfast?
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You can sit down if you want.
[He gestures at the couch in the living room before retreating into the kitchen to get her drink.]
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[ She takes a seat, glancing around the room for a moment while she waits. ]
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He told me his name is Samuel. Samuel Volaille, but everybody called him Jugar.
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Thanks.
[ Then, after a sip, she listens attentively. After Cole speaks, she looks at him for a moment. Gently, she encourages him to continue. ]
Go on.
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He was sad about his wife. He kept saying he was sorry.
[A pause.]
I think he did something.
['She was so lovely', he'd say.]