Fun fact: Kelly’s father is the landlord for her and Hubert’s apartment. Hubert suggests he can be dropped off at the door; Lola, in a rare fit of plot-driven empathy, insists on walking him inside. We’re treated to a montage of Hubert helping out his neighbors while Lola looks on, not lifting a finger to help. The suspense drags on:
We rounded the corner to find each side of the hallway lined floor to ceiling with boxes. I gave one a gentle nudge with the side of my foot. “This must be your stuff, don’t you think?”
Hubert sighed. “It’s going to take me all day to unpack this and put it back where it belongs.” He gave a half smile. “Kelly sure has been busy.”
“Should we start looking through the boxes for your keys?”
“Nah, Kelly’s home. Her car is here. She’ll let me in.”
Kelly turns out not to be home, as the neighbor indicates; she’d hired a moving company, placed Hubert’s car keys in one specified location, and told their neighbor to tell him to get his things and go.
All the feels for Hubert:
He blinked quickly so that I wouldn’t see his eyes welled up with tears, but it was too late. I saw. “Why is she doing this?” he sighed. “I feel like I’m caught in a bad dream. I just don’t know what to do.”
So they go back to Lola’s place.
All in all, a kind of predictable chapter. Felt short, too.