They couldn’t believe what he did.
The husband found him. He was sleeping rough in an abandoned shop front. He would walk across to the newsagent’s early each morning as soon as they opened, to buy a newspaper. That’s when he first spotted him, huddled under a thin blanket. He stopped and chatted with him a few times. He was homeless, around twenty and from a distant town. He had worked on and off, but he’d had health problems. He had no desire to go back to a broken home, where he wasn’t wanted. He said he preferred the life he was living rather than returning to that. Well, the upshot was, that for no reason he could ever explain, with his wife’s agreement, they took him in. The husband was retired and his wife only occasionally did a bit of charity work. They’d never had children and they had a spare room.
He settled in very well at first. He repeatedly told them how grateful he was. Initially, he kept very much to his room, only sitting and eating with them. As time went on he slowly blended into his new life and became part of their family. In turn, they looked on him as the son they never had. He made an effort to find work a number of times, but there was little around. They told him it didn’t matter. They said that they had enough to support them all as a family.
Everything was going well… that is, up to the point when they found out what he had done. They couldn’t believe it. He had voted for that multi-billionaire guy with the puffy hairdo!
When they threw him out, for old times’ sake, they gave him a thicker blanket.