Archive for October 21, 2014

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21 October 2014

“Good morning, Dennis. Did you hear the news about our friend? He panned up the street with his girlfriend? What was his name?”

“Are you talking about Alphonse and Magdalene?”

“Yeah, of course they had split up. He was in front of the restaurant, drunk and got in a fight with the guy who has the dog in the cart. I think that guy was high on crack. Alphonse was beat up pretty bad. He hitchhiked to Montreal. Talk is he committed suicide. I’d talked him out of suicide before. He said to me, ‘Because you’re my elder I will take your advice. I won’t take my  life.’ Well, who knows what happened in Montreal. I heard that he was in jail for a week. He probably could have avoided the charges, but he said to the judge, ‘I did it, I should serve my time.’  After  he was let out, he told people that he was heading up to Labrador to visit his mother, but that didn’t happen. It could have been loneliness, being split up with Maggie, not knowing anybody. Who knows why someone takes their life?”

I said, “I had a lot of conversations with him. I was the first one he told that the baby Magdalene was carrying wasn’t his, but he wanted a family and would raise it as his own, with her, or without her. He said that she always wanted control. I’d heard that Maggie was staying in their apartment with her new boyfriend, but was afraid to go home. I guess he wasn’t treating her well. Alphonse had his sleeping bag and was sleeping outside.”

Chuck said, “Yes, I’ve known a lot of people like that. What usually happens is whoever controls the booze, controls the screws. When Alphonse would run out of money, Maggie would run off with someone else. It’s a shame, he was a nice man.”

I said, “Goldie doesn’t seem so upset today. I guess the construction workers haven’t been making too much noise.”

“No, they wouldn’t be working in this rain.

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