A knock on the apartment door woke us up. Mike went to the door and cautiously opened it about two inches. A small hand reached in and gave him a note. I was sitting up by this time, yawning and scratching my tummy. It rumbled.
Mike came back to bed and tumbled in beside me, partly on me, our arms and legs just naturally twining together as if we were an old married couple who still liked each other. He opened the note.
“It’s from my landlady. It says, ‘Come on down, breakfast is ready, and get some before these little monkeys eat it all up. We know you TWO are up there!’’”
We shared a look of confusion, at least on my part, growing understanding, I think, and some horror. Mike got up and went to the window.
“My limo is there! All in one piece, too, as far as I can tell. How did it…the
