“It’s mostly worn off now.”
That explained why.
“I guess because that’s the side that touches skin.”
We’d arrived at the building by then. As Sawyer showed me around, he apologized again for sharing so much, and from then on kept the conversation strictly business. By the end of the tour, I’d taken the job and the apartment. Before I’d even been handed the key, I was looking ahead, dreading the day I’d fuck up and get booted back out onto the street. I hoped I would at least make it past the coldest days of winter. 2
Christmas
By Christmas week, I was well settled into my new job. The work was plentiful, everything from “The bulb blew over the sink” to “My toilet is overflowing,” both at three A.M. I also got a call when Mr. Finerini couldn’t reach the top of his tree to put the star on. I didn’t mind. It surprised me to learn I kind of liked people—most of them—in small doses. As long as I had my quiet time too, I was okay. Maybe I was finally getting better.