C231 He Was Really Stupid

When he got off work at six in the morning, exhausted and not as easy as he seemed to be when he was a policeman, he went downstairs. The sky was bright and gray with clouds, and in the blink of an eye it had changed and the wind was cold.

He gently closed the door and changed his shoes. He rubbed his sore eyes and was startled by the figure on the sofa