He started walking up the steps to the second floor. I decided to stay in the hall and listen to make sure he got to her apartment OK. I heard him knocking on a door. A minute passed. The little boy knocked again, this time louder. I heard no door opening, heard no voices. I put two and two together. Patsy wasn’t there.
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