He went to the river and sat looking at the water. He felt lost.everything was different. Maria loved someone else. A strange man – someone he called ‘dad’ twelve year ago – was sitting in his house. Jason felt he was going mad.
The weather was cold and it was raining, but he just sat looking at the water and letting it take him away. ‘ who will be sorry? Nobody; he thought. But, deep inside, he didn’t really believe that.
He put his hand into his pocket and found some cigarettes. He lit one, stood up and turned away from the river. For hours he walked the streets of bath. The rain was still falling and he was wet through . at about three o’clock in the morning he was outside the city’s mail depot. There was a lot happening. Big vans were arriving with bags of letters. Jason was happy to stand outside the gate and watch the bags going into the building. He stoped thinking about his problems for a bit and time passed. One of the men shouted to him, ‘ hey nate, you all right? Want a job or something ?’ jason didn’t answer.
A voice called out from inside the building, ‘harry, tea’s ready. Leave those bags and come and get it.’
The big gate opened to let the next van in. and jason just followed. The man at the gate didn’t see him behind the van
- He was too busy reading his newspaper. The driver got jason. He wanted to get out of the rain, so he got into the van and sat down between the bags of letters. It was dry and comfortable. He smoked his last cigarette and then closed his eyes.