Umber (21.11 — Leroy’s Story)
May 7, 2012 § Leave a comment
I smoked so many cigarettes standing out in front of St. Agnes’, hoping to run into Vera again, that I developed a smoker’s cough.
Occasionally she would come up the stairs while I was standing there puffing away. On those rare occasions I ceremoniously opened the door for her. She would smile shyly and nod, but she was so eager to visit the plaster saints that she would rush through the door without a backward glance at me.