I approached the building and it flooded me with the
memories of my first place here in this city.
There were tenants hanging out in the courtyard, if you could call it
that. I checked the paper again looking
for her unit. I knocked on the door and
waited. After a few seconds I heard her
calling out.
“Just a minute.”
Why was I here? I
still couldn’t answer that as I stood outside waiting for her to answer the
door. Maybe it was to buy her off or to
simply see under what conditions my grandchild would be living.
“Sorry to keep you wa…” Her voice died out when she saw
me. “Mrs. Smith, um I, um what are you
doing here?”
“May I come in?”
“Yes, of course.” She
replied stepping to the side to allow me entry.
“Is um everything ok?”
She fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
Under it I could see the mound that was growing. “Would you like something to eat or
drink? I have soda and juice.”
I put my hand up to stop her talking. “I’m fine.
I came to talk to you about Dunham.”
