... Never mind. It's an old, sad story, and if I think about it, I'll get maudlin and sad again and I'll want to stop writing. Better to progress to the third floor where my apartment was and see what was going on in my room. The door opened as smoothly as it had the day it was installed, and I looked in. The lights were out, but the balcony door was open. I glanced around, looking at the Kaluta painting on the far wall, the Marcus and Mapplethorpe photo pair of Carroll and Donna in the kitchen where they'd always been. |