The Other Madonna (2011)
“I didn’t have to go to work. I sighed, and then punched the air.
‘Madonna,’ came a little voice from the stairwell.
Red ran at me and grabbed my hand. ‘You’ve got to come quickly. A man came. A man came to your place and he left something. Quickly.’ He jiggled as he held my hand and pounded the up arrow beside the lift.
‘Steady, Red. What man?’ ‘Big man. Bigger than your dad. Bigger than my Uncle Karl.’ ‘What did he leave?’ ‘A present. A little green man . . . I think. I don’t know. It’s all wr...apped up and there’s a card and everything.’ Jiff? I wondered how he might have found out where I lived. Red didn’t stop talking. He couldn’t wait for the lift. He took my hand and dragged me to the stairwell.
‘He asked me if that was where Madonna lived and I told him nothing. I thought he wanted to hurt you or something. He was huge and muscles! He was like Stone Cold only bigger.’ The stairwell was empty except for the tattooed guy smoking on the eighth-floor landing.MoreLess
‘Madonna,’ came a little voice from the stairwell.
Red ran at me and grabbed my hand. ‘You’ve got to come quickly. A man came. A man came to your place and he left something. Quickly.’ He jiggled as he held my hand and pounded the up arrow beside the lift.
‘Steady, Red. What man?’ ‘Big man. Bigger than your dad. Bigger than my Uncle Karl.’ ‘What did he leave?’ ‘A present. A little green man . . . I think. I don’t know. It’s all wr...apped up and there’s a card and everything.’ Jiff? I wondered how he might have found out where I lived. Red didn’t stop talking. He couldn’t wait for the lift. He took my hand and dragged me to the stairwell.
‘He asked me if that was where Madonna lived and I told him nothing. I thought he wanted to hurt you or something. He was huge and muscles! He was like Stone Cold only bigger.’ The stairwell was empty except for the tattooed guy smoking on the eighth-floor landing.MoreLess
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