The Injuns Are Coming
“You won’t believe it!” Albert, a painter from the top floor, stepping into my living room from the fire escape rack, our tenement’s elevator.
“Stella,” I go.
“How do you know?!”
“I don’t know.”
Albert m…
“You won’t believe it!” Albert, a painter from the top floor, stepping into my living room from the fire escape rack, our tenement’s elevator.
“Stella,” I go.
“How do you know?!”
“I don’t know.”
Albert m…