I was seven years old when my mother fell in love with our landlord. The apartment we lived in, in retrospect, was a slum. It was a three story red paneled building with eight units, two on each floor, all …
I was seven years old when my mother fell in love with our landlord. The apartment we lived in, in retrospect, was a slum. It was a three story red paneled building with eight units, two on each floor, all …