Doing It For Dad chapter 7
DOING IT FOR DAD Chapter 7 It was only a short walk from the car to the main entrance of the complex, maybe ten or eleven yards at most. The clack-clack-clack of my heels on the path made me feel very conspicuous, and out of the corner of my eye I caught the furtive twitch of a curtain or two. Dad's flat was at the rear of the building, so I knew he could not be one of the curtain twitchers. My arrival had not gone unnoticed. At the main entrance I reached out towards the intercom...