5This time I caught a bus as soon as I left the museum. Unfortunately, it was the wrong one and took me out of my way. By the time I got home and crept past the landlord's ground floor apartment and up to my third-floor one, I was exhausted. There was no Fido to greet me, lick my face, and bark, “Sit down, big fellow, and make yourself at home.” There was no Tabby to purr and rub against my tired legs. There were only the roaches and me. Two's company but a few hundred is more than a crowd. I had been thinking of getting a cat or a dog, or even a pet boa constrictor, but hadn't got around to it. Maybe I'd treat myself for Christmas.
Saturday night, the loneliest night of the year, lay ahead. No Sassy Sally waiting out there with outstretched arms for her gumshoe to come sweep her off her
