Chapter 30A full day and a half later, I leaned on her doorbell.
“Hello?”
“Hi Pat, it’s me.”
“What are you doing here?” Pat’s voice rose at least an octave.
“I had to come see you because you wouldn’t answer my calls.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she replied grumpily.
“I just flew twenty three hours to see you.”
“You wasted your time, go away.”
“Come on, at least talk to me.”
But she was adamant. “No! Get out of here!”
“I’ll stay here on your steps until you come down.”
“I’m never coming down,” she said. Her voice sounded very angry, but I could be angrier.
“You may not come down right now, but I’ll still be here,” I said.
“Go away. You can’t stay there.”
“I can and I will. I think your neighbors are going to get tired of stepping over me.”
She got even more obstinate. “G
