“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.