“Who is that?” Mr. Feldman asked as they walked away. Apparently, he didn’t watch WTWN news.
The building was a huge. Z’s individual part of it had a tiny bathroom, but a rather sizable living room and kitchen combo and then his bedroom, all visible from the front door.
“Hi, Moose.”
He hadn’t even barked. Anyone walking into my home unannounced, even Toni, might fear for their lives, Abby carried on so. She was a gentle giant but fronted well as a watchdog, until someone said “Hello” or offered a treat.
Z’s love of flowers was obvious throughout. There weren’t any actual blooms in the apartment, but he had at least a dozen paintings of them, several in every room. Bright, thick colorful strokes formed red poppies, watercolor dabs created pink tulips, purple irises were represented in w
