He looked at me.
“It’s the last room,” he said. “When all the others are gone, that one’s still there. And I figure, if that’s the last room she’s got, then I’m going to keep the door open as long as I can.”
The office door jingled.
Ezoic
I turned around.
Ezoic
Mark was standing in the doorway. In his jeans and his rumpled shirt and his socks. His hair was sticking up on one side.
His eyes were red.
He’d been standing outside. I don’t know how long. Long enough.
“Mr. Voss,” he said. His voice was rough. “Can I ask you something?”
Elmer looked at him.
“Call me Elmer,” he said. “And sit down. You look worse than the coffee.”
Mark came around the counter. There wasn’t a third stool. He sat down on an overturned milk crate by the filing cabinet.
