The City When It Rains
““May I help you?” he asked.
“I’m here to see Harry Groton,” Corman told him.
“And your name?”
“Corman.”
The concierge began to finger the buttons of the console behind his desk. “That’s 20–B, isn’t it?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Corman said, glancing back outside. The bare limbs of the trees weaved slowly as the rain and wind lashed them. They looked forlorn, forsaken, forest exiles walled in by the cityscape, their slender uplifted branches entangled in a net of rain.
“Mr. Groton?” the concier...ge said into the black receiver, “Mr. Corman to see you. Yes. Thank you.” He looked at Corman. “You may go up: 20–B. Turn to your right when you step out of the elevator.”
Groton’s apartment was near the end of the corridor and Groton himself was already standing in the door, his body wobbling slightly as he offered Corman a quick wave.
“Didn’t think you’d make it,” he said. “Haven’t had a guest in a long time. Forgive the mess.”
“Don’t worry,”MoreLess
“I’m here to see Harry Groton,” Corman told him.
“And your name?”
“Corman.”
The concierge began to finger the buttons of the console behind his desk. “That’s 20–B, isn’t it?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Corman said, glancing back outside. The bare limbs of the trees weaved slowly as the rain and wind lashed them. They looked forlorn, forsaken, forest exiles walled in by the cityscape, their slender uplifted branches entangled in a net of rain.
“Mr. Groton?” the concier...ge said into the black receiver, “Mr. Corman to see you. Yes. Thank you.” He looked at Corman. “You may go up: 20–B. Turn to your right when you step out of the elevator.”
Groton’s apartment was near the end of the corridor and Groton himself was already standing in the door, his body wobbling slightly as he offered Corman a quick wave.
“Didn’t think you’d make it,” he said. “Haven’t had a guest in a long time. Forgive the mess.”
“Don’t worry,”MoreLess
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