I ran down the green stairway. At the door of the boardinghouse, I bumped into the
owner, a one-eyed taciturn fellow. Sitting on a wicker stool, he smoked, his eye half
closed. In a hoarse voice, he asked:
"Where are you going?"
"To take a walk, It's too hot."
"Hmm--everything's closed. And no streetlights around here. You'd better stay
I shrugged my shoulders, muttered back "back soon," and plunged into the