Chapter Twenty-Seven
I traverse the stairs at 209 Prince Street. I pause at Miss Denise’s sixth floor entrance and hear the laughter of many voices from behind the door. It becomes apparent why I am to continue on to the seventh floor where there is a separate entrance for her patients. The seventh floor is for business. The sixth floor of Miss Denise’s capacious abode is for living and the mirthful sounds suggest that a Friday evening cocktail gathering has begun.
Continuing upward to the seventh floor, at the top of the stairs there is a small landing area and a door. With a twist of the knob, I enter the plain linoleum floored hallway where Mae Lee walked me about last Sunday. In seeking my name in the dim light, I must step close to each door. It is curious to note that of the half d
