Chapter 6

“And now it’s your turn,” I said.

“Yup. Me and Christine. We share everything.”

“Christine?”

Uh-oh. Did she have a lover?

“My little sister.”

Phew, I thought.

“How old is she?” I asked.

“Three years younger than me.”

She pointed to the other side of the apartment. “There’s only a small kitchen alcove because all the major cooking is done downstairs.”

There was a sink with a regular refrigerator, a microwave, a toaster oven, and a one-cup coffee maker.

“I imagine that’s all you need.”

She nodded. “Then the dining area and a bathroom. The bathroom is bigger than most because Dad is bigger than most.” She laughed. “The two bedrooms are on the front.”

I nodded. Mickey walked to a door.

“Come on. I’ll show you some pictures.”

I followed her into a large bedroom. It had a queen-sized bed, two dressers, a shelving unit, and several other pieces of furniture. There were a couple pictures hanging on the wall. A larger one was a family photo.