“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

a tiny keypad next to it.

He looked up at me, serious. “Only us can come in.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, buddy. Only us. And people we invite.”

He nodded like that made perfect sense. Then he picked up his green crayon and drew a stick figure inside the house.

“That’s me,” he said. Then another. “That’s you.” Then a fox. “And that’s Mr. Fox,” he said proudly,continue reading …