Summer Vacation With Stepgrandad
Francine posted a note on the lobby bulletin board, looking for help moving her belongings up the freight elevator to her new, smaller unit. I phoned her and volunteered to help out. After a couple weeks of moving furniture for three or four hours during the weekday evenings, and sharing dinners together in one of the many neighborhood restaurants, there was nothing left to move but her dining room table. As we both lay on the floor on our backs unfastening the bolts to remove the table top...