really far away. and dad says that she might try to kidnap me someday.
the elevator ride up to the fifth floor partially thaws my limbs. in the long hallway, i notice a woman wheeling a metal cart filled with round silver discs. flying saucers? why do old people need those?
after the woman passes, dad leans over and whispers in my ear, “meals on wheels. that’s a good service because a lot of these people can’t cook for themselves, but your father is sure the food is horrible.” dad knows because he’s a chef.
dad uses his secret knock—dun da dun dun…dun dun—when we reach 5b.
rose ushers us in. i immediately notice 