You want anything?
You want anything?Yes, Lawrence wanted something very badly, but it was not food. Or Dr. Pepper. Or a spectacular mountain view.
He wanted Maizee, and he wanted her in a way he couldn’t even classify. When several minutes went by, and she didn’t return, he stood and said to her dog, “Come on, Roger. Let’s go inside.” The little Jack Russell came with him obediently, and he called, “Maizee?” into her house before entering.
The kitchen was empty, though the pizza boxes were still open and more of the chicken barbecue had been taken. She lived in a quaint place, with plenty of space, high ceilings, and a light blue wash on the walls.
Lawrence liked the way it calmed him and made him feel like he was surrounded by the cottony texture of the sky.
Her living room was neat
