study at my place
self-conscious as only a city kid can be. And she was bright and sweet and unaffected. She was the landlord's daughter, and the fact that such a neat kid would be in my new apartment building was one reason I took the place. The trouble started three years later. "Hi. This is Angie." (As if I might not recognize her voice. Sure, she'd been less likely to spend time chatting with the guy on the fourth floor in the last year -- especially the last few months --...