Hours later, after waiting in a line of cars and foot traffic until the middle of the afternoon, Sully and I were dropped off in Greenwich Village. We both hugged and kissed Shelly and thanked the group for the lift. I got her address and promised to write.
I led the way upstairs to my place in the five-story building, and let us in. The living room was a little musty, so I asked Sully to open the windows and let in some air. I really needed a shower, but I was more hungry than anything else at the moment. Sully was, too, from the growls I could hear coming from his stomach.
I asked him to take our clothes to the shared washroom in the basement of the building and start a load, while I made us toasted ham and cheese sandwiches. Once he got back, I sent him to take a quick shower while I
