Why was he here? Oh right, because finally the post office had called his cell phone and told him that his mailbox was full. The mail man refused to deliver any more mail to him unless he came and emptied the fit to burst mailbox. So there he was, at the box, the key to it in his hand. He slipped the faded gold key into the lock and turned. Releasing the lock holding it all back, the pressure that had built up from all the mail forced the door open. A week's worth of mail came pouring out of the box and to his feet. Edgar picked it all up and started fitting it under his arm. He barely managed to close and lock the thing again without dropping all of his mail.
Edgar glared up the stairwell at the second floor apartments. His apartment was 2B. He could see it from there. All of his belongings were in there. Why couldn't they just magically appear in the trunk of the car so he could take them back to Nny's house? Why did he have to go up there to get them? It was frustrating, that's what it was. He wanted his things, he did. But he felt that if he went up those stairs and entered his apartment reality would come crashing down on him. There was also the point that if he brought all his things back to Nny's everything would suddenly become more real too. Edgar assumed that he and Nny 'lived together'. Technically they did. He'd been there a week already and hadn't left. But did that constitute the term 'living together'? That could, in all reasonability, be an exceptionally long sleepover. But why on earth would he have a 'sleepover' at Johnny's house? They hardly talked to each other! They were making personal compromises for each other and Edgar was still trying to reason out whether or not he lived there. He sighed.
Instead of going up the stairs he inevitably turned away and headed towards the sidewalk. That's where he'd parked Nny's car. He hadn't even known that Nny had a car until nearly twenty minutes ago. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed the driveway next to the house. It wasn't like he hadn't walked down it once upon a few days ago and seen the garage door. He just hadn't thought there would actually be a car in it. Whenever Nny and him had ever gone out together they'd always walked. Edgar had figured there was probably piles of mutilated corpses in the garage and that it'd be better if he'd just steered clear. Finally, however, he'd had a thought while laying on the bed staring at the alarm clock. He'd still had roughly two hours before he had to pick up Todd from school. He hoped that he could find a way to go out and buy a table and other assorted furniture that Johnny seemed to lack. Edgar didn't want to have to make Todd sit on the counter to eat his meals all the time. It was then that he realized that he'd never actually checked the garage for a car, and so promptly went and did so. Lo and behold, there really was a car in there. It was old, squat, and portly like a senior citizen. There were blood stains on it but other than that it didn't seem all that worse for wear.
"Hey, where are the car keys? I wanna go pick up some things at the mall after I pick up Todd." Edgar had asked Nny nonchalantly after finding him within the deeper bowels of the basement.
"I think I left them in the cupboard under the sink, in the bathroom." He'd responded.
That was that. Now, twenty minutes later he was sitting in the driver's seat tossing his mail onto the passenger's seat as he went through it. About halfway through it all he came upon the envelope he was dreading seeing. It was a letter from his work. They'd probably fired him. He hadn't gone in four work days in a row. Surely they'd fired him. Did he really want to open this? No, not really. Edgar grabbed the whole pile of mail and tossed it into the surprisingly immaculate backseat. He still had a while before Todd got out of school so he decided to head over to the local Bulls-eye store and check out their cheap furniture.