MISS MORROW
I met Alma Morrow in the laundry room of our apartment building. Dat or night it was a creepy area. Before I moved in I heard that a woman was attacked down there. Whether it was an outside stranger or someone from within the building is still unknown. They never caught the attacker. At sixty-three Alma Morrow was still a strikingly attractive woman who actually looked at least a decade younger. She had no pretentions about her age and refused to dye it so it was kept a natural snow-white...