The reply comes back almost instantly.
Callum
Why are you sending me rodent images on a Sunday?
Me
That’s Heath.
Three dots appear.
Disappear.
Appear again.
Callum
You bought a hamster and named him Heath?
Mark, what the fuck is going on?
I snort loudly.
Me
Long story.
Callum
I’m supposed to be concerned, aren’t I?
Me
Probably.
Another pause.
Callum
Have you made him an Instagram yet?
I stare at the screen.
Then at the cage.
At Heath bundled in my old beanie.
At my kitchen, which still feels too quiet and far too aware that someone is missing from it.
No.
Absolutely not.
That would be unhinged.
I open Instagram.
Five minutes later, the account is live.
