Chapter 17

They headed over to Laura’s apartment, polishing off their hot dogs as they walked. Angelo decided to leave his car parked where it was to avoid getting ketchup anywhere else.

“So, I finally get to see your place,” Angelo said.

She nodded. She felt more at ease with him now. “It’s not much,” she said, “but it’s home. You can meet my cat Jasper. He likes people.”

“Good to know. I wouldn’t want to get my eyes scratched out by a kitty who thinks I’m his competition for your affection.”

Laura laughed and elbowed him. “I make no promises. He sees himself as the main man in my life.”

“Uh oh, I’ll have to tread carefully.”

“You got that right, mister.”

They reached her apartment. It was on the third floor in a five-floor building and had a tiny balcony. It was a modest apartment, but Laura had it decorated nicely with a Moroccan feel, lots of rich colors, rugs, tapestries and cushions, making it seem a little higher end and cozy than it would have otherwise.