The floor was chilly to the touch of my big toe. As I reached for my slippers with my left foot, I noticed that there was a piece of paper attached to one of them. I had mail! I was eager to inspect it, but I put it off until I’d made a phone call. I found the number in the phone book. It only took me ten minutes. “Who is this?” It was the voice of a young woman. “My name’s Cooperman. I’m trying to reach Sheila Kerzon or Rose Moss. Can you help me?” “They’re not here.” “But they live there?” “They don’t come around very much. What do you want?” “I’d like to talk to either one of them. Who am I speaking to, by the way?” My belly had just started warming up with the anticipation of finally getting somewhere, when the line went dead. She’d hung up on me! I tried the number again. This time there was no answer. Disappointed, I turned back to the note attached to my slipper. It was from Anna. Who else? I sounded out each word until it came out like this: Dear Benny, You looked so sweet and peaceful lying there that I hadn’t the heart to disturb you.
