Chapter 3-Wedding Gift

Chapter 3, warehouse walk drawing of a clump of wild chamomile sprouting between dislodged railroad ties
Next morning they went out for a walk. Chef Manuel had given them the Sunday off with pay for a wedding gift. Just one day added to their usual unpaid day off Monday when Chef Manuel closed, felt like a long honeymoon. Marlen had kept Osmani although it was his day with Jimmy and she tried to make things hard when she could. Jimmy led them through the streets close to the river through the broken fence into one of the yards of a shutdown dock warehouse from the idled port. Usually they came here with Osmani. This was one of his playgrounds. But today it was just Marina and Jimmy holding hands, wandering through the weeds and wildflowers. Jimmy took a picked a bunch of wild chamomile and handed it to Marina. He kissed her and led her into the warehouse through a hole in the wide wooden door. There was bedding, old coats over an old sleeping bag, and a milkcrate with a candle on it. Jimmy pushed Marina toward the bed but she pushed him away and ran outside, “No way. That's somebody's home. Who knows what he's got.”
They walked in silence back to the street and then walked North and West toward Center City.
It occurred to Marina that the warehouse had been Jimmy's home away from his home, former home, with Marlen. She looked at him, walking ahead of her, making a path for them among the people carrying banners and signs. Why didn't he tell her? Because in the back of his mind he knew one day he'd want a home away from his home with her? Why didn't she ask? Because she didn't believe it was natural for people not to have secrets and secret havens?