He had been dozing on an armchair when he heard a sharp metallic click, like the opening of a lock. He rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses to see Katie come in with a little figure on her shoulder. He felt a big jolt, for two reasons—firstly, she had come back. And secondly, she wasn’t lying when she had said that she had a daughter. She gave him a surprised look.
‘You ain’t gone yet?’ she asked, ‘What about your kid? Or were you lying about her?’
‘Of course not!’ he said, getting up, ‘My daughter’s with a babysitter.’
‘You weren’t kidding about her?’ she asked.
She paused, and then put her daughter on the couch.
‘You shouldn’t have changed, Georgie, I liked you just the way you were’ she sighed.
‘I was a loser’ he said.
‘I liked the loser more than this womaniser, I guess’ she said. ‘Anyway, it was way out of my league to judge you today morning. You can live your—’
‘No, NO’ he cut in, ‘Don’t you ever say that. The only reason I was able to get out of my brother’s shadow was you. You saw me for me, not as a way to get to Randy. I survived high school because of you.’
She didn't reply back. It was true—she had liked him because he was a loser, not a stuck up retard like his brother.
‘Look, I can change back, alright’ he said, coming towards her, ‘I can be George the loser again.’
‘I don’t want you to be a loser’ she said, ‘just the guy I could always relate to, you know. The guy I ran to whenever I had a problem.’
‘Okay’ he pulled her in for a tight hug, ‘I can be that. You know me…’