” I said.
And as if the phrase had summoned them, they started coming out.
The lady from 2A.
The late-night student.
The man from 1C, who always smelled of aftershave and sadness.
The nurse.
The super.
Mrs. Higgins, of course, with her arms crossed and the face of someone who had been waiting for a fight since breakfast.
Claire raised her voice.
—”We are not continue reading …
