Chapter 15

Now for shoes.

Karl went back to the closet and pulled out a pair of tennis shoes. Too small.

“Take off the socks.”

Antonio obeyed.

Back to the closet and out came some sandals. With a bit of jimmying of the straps, they would make do.

“We’ll see about getting you some clothes tomorrow…if you are still here…” Karl’s voice trailed off.

The two men looked at each other.

“I hope I will be here tomorrow,” said Antonio. “I want to get to know you better.”

“I hope so, too. I still don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t want it to end just yet.”

There was a loud knocking on the door. Both men jumped. Karl went to the door and opened it. It was Myrna with hands on hips.

“Y’all gonna keep a lady waitin’ all night? I got tired a waitin’ at the restaurant.”

Karl stepped back, and Myrna entered the room.

“Myrna, this is Antonio.”

“What’s wrong with ya?” she scowled. “I was with ‘im all afternoon.”

Karl looked at Antonio, who looked puzzled and shrugged.