“You really have a strange looking man on your floor.”
“Daisy, what are talking about?”
“Really, Caitlynn, didn’t you see that beanpole going into the elevator when we were coming in?
Caitlynn’s blue eyes filled with amusement. “Oh, heavens, Daisy, that is Vincent. He was a tenant here before I moved in.”
“But that hairdo! It looks like a Prince Valiant cut.” Daisy shook her dark curls.
“He’s harmless, and polite in an old-fashioned way. He even bows when saying ‘good evening.’ I think it has to do with his European upbringing.”
“Ohh, how do you know that? Have you been out on a date with him?”
Caitlynn shrugged. “No, but I’ve seen him leave in the evening and ran into him once at the all night drugstore. He escorted me home to make sure I made it safely.”
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