Shortly before my mother moved away from the city, I heard Boris had been promoted to the day shift. I wondered if the day shift suited him the way the night shift had. I never smelled booze on his person—the night doorman before him had reeked of booze. He’d jump up quickly, crisply, and say, “Good evening,” and we’d chitchat a bit before wishing each other goodnight. I miss that in my life, but what I have instead, what opens that door now is this.

Source: Daily Sun December 10, 2020 12:11 UTC