I Forgot to Say

Yesterday I forgot to write that when I came home from my outing with Marcus, I noticed crime scene tape all around the apartment right across the street from mine. The glass from the first floor windows was shattered all over the sidewalks, and the rooms gaped black. I asked Trini, walking his doll of a pitbull, what had happened. "There was a fire," he said. In the few hours that I was gone, a fire had gutted the first floor apartments of the building across the street from mine! Crazy. Actually, the crazy thing is that there isn't a shred of information about it in the news, so I don't know anything else. Maybe now my neighbors will stop smoking in the stairwell.