Pushing the Envelope part16
by Solo Teens Blogme–”
I held up my hands. “I wasn’t criticising.” I stood up. I had
barely touched my coffee. “I should go. It’s late, and I’ve got
clients to see in the morning.
She seemed grateful, and nervous, and she walked me to the door.
I stopped after I put on my jacket and asked her, “Whatever happened
to Zeke, anyway?”
She laughed. “Zeke! Oh my God, I’d forgotten about Zeke!” Her
hand went to her cheek. “He died in his sleep. He lived a long, good
life. I miss him still sometimes.”
“He was one of the good ones.”
…End of the part16. To be continued..