Chapter 17When the doorman pushed open the massive door, Alex stepped back and waved his father through. Smiling at a now-familiar face, the uniformed attendant simply said, “He’s expecting you,” and motioned them toward the elevator.
The elevator operator said nothing, as usual, but gave them a tiny silent grin and pushed the button for Homer’s floor. As they stepped into the carpeted hallway upstairs, Thomas, in his formal evening get-up, opened the door to Homer’s apartment.
“Good evening, sir,” he said, with great seriousness.
“Thomas, this is my father,” began Alex.
“Very good to meet you, sir,” Thomas finished. “Allow me to take your coats.”
They handed over coats and scarves, then proceeded into the big living room, where they found a fire blazing and vases of fresh flowers dot
