Suze s Basement Apartment
Karen cooked and got the table ready. I looked around for something to do. I had some time, so I decided to sneak out. I opened the door to the basement, which was located just outside the kitchen, between the living room and utility closet. I quietly walked down the sturdy, wooden steps. They didn't make a sound. The air was earthy and moist, even a little drafty. The dim light took some getting used to. Suze, who lived down here, never said a word. This was her home, as nice as anything she...