55. The Devil Himself

My morning usually starts off with me gazing longingly out the window, while wishing that my life will somehow take shape and balance. Losing my mom shattered me completely, until I discovered that Sammy is my son.

That brought some peace and tranquility back into my life.

However, my doorbell chiming repeatedly is making some of that tranquility slide away. I hate that someone always finds some crazy excuse to disturb me, especially when it happens in the early hours of the morning.

I get to the door, open it and find Dorathy looking back at me with dull eyes.

"Did you miss your way to work?" I demand.

Instead of answering my question, she walks past me into my apartment.

"I never said you could come in," I call after her.

"You are right," she starts, staring down at her fingers she is fumbling with.

"Yes of course. I mean, isn't that what courtesy demands? That you ask for permission before—"