While Cleaning A Wealthy Man’s Penthouse I Recognized A Face From My Past

of the common room with his hands folded between his knees and stared at nothing, like some part of him was still listening for a door that had already closed.

One afternoon I sat down beside him with my coloring book and a box of worn crayons. “Do you want to color with me?” I asked.

He studied me for a long moment, then took the blue crayon from my continue reading …