"HI CAT. " Liz pushed the welcoming Calico out of her way as she stepped into their stuffy third floor apartment. "Geez, is it ever hot in here! " She dropped her satchel and pile of mail onto the sofa and walked across the room to crack open the only window.

Old man squats leans against the grey brick of the walls and twists green rubberbands into memories of green childhood. The knotty spotty hands once clung strong to tree branches and aimed correct pebbles at pigeons...