Taking out my tablet. Hamilton. Not exactly the richest district in this noisy downtown... A shabby apartment building, with lots of homeless people, and children. Is this the right place? Well, the address on the tablet is this.
I step out of the car on my way down the giddy-pothole road.
A long, gray passage, the plastering peeling off. Let"s see... Door 13... Door 13... I hear my high heels clicking on the smooth concrete. Here it is. A dirty old, bone-white door. Looks like it"s been smeared with mustard... 13th FAM. HAMILTON. Doorbell disconnected... Hooray. When I knock on the door, I start to marvel. Silence. Would a gym teacher from a prestigious private school live in a place like this? How come? Knock again. There"s nothing. I beat harder on the door and it swings open. Instant
