Chapter 29: The Shed
“Let me show you my place. It’s where the big boys play.”
Patrick led me around the side of the house, through another garden, and into the backyard. We walked up to what looked like an oversized shed or garage that maybe could fit two cars, a tool bench, and summertime toys like a croquet set, volleyball net, and other fun things.
“You live in there?” I asked, pointing to the shed, which was a white box without any windows and sat directly by the alley. A maple tree’s limbs shaded the square abode, protecting it from rain and snow or whatever Mother Nature had in store for it.
“Yes, I live in there. It’s a one-room apartment that used to be a flat-top garage my parents never used.” He opened a windowless door and stepped inside the place.
I followed behind, reali
