Chapter Eight
The Angel in the Mirror
Williamson shut his eyes and tried to go to sleep, but felt restless. He picked up Carlotta and carried her out of the West Wing and back to her comfortable bed. He walked back to the dining room and made himself a pot of coffee for the morning, then went into the Entertainment Room and watched an old movie. He dozed for a few minutes on the couch, then awoke and couldn’t fall back asleep. He called down on his cell to the 24 hour doorman on duty to see if the morning edition of the LA Times had come out yet at the convenience store across the street. Moments later, the elevator opened and he heard the boy’s voice.
“Mr. Williamson. Are you here? I’ve got your paper.”
It was Billy, pulling the night shift, who nearly puked when he saw his face earli
