Her house was only three blocks from his, but it might as well have been twenty miles. The busy mecca of two flats, apartment buildings, and postage size lots in the bustling area where Little Joe’s residence stood, transformed into spacious lots, single family homes, and a surprising sense of quiet here at Daisy’s. This was a coveted area of the neighborhood that stretched for two blocks along a tree lined forest preserve which held a hidden railroad and the river beyond. Her house was a sprawling ranch with four bedrooms, but only the two were now occupied. An old metal swing set was the sole intrusion on a yard full of green grass, manicured gardens, and bright flowers.
“I spoke to my brother this morning about my dreams, Daisy. I told him what I wanted to do, that I wanted to f
