“He stayed here two years,
before the end.
Did I tell you about Sam?” Mrs. Kubowicz asked me.
“No,” I said, “I don’t know him.”
Mrs. Kubowicz leaned against the wall and looked at me with happy eyes.
“This was his room. He was a very kind, quiet man.
He was six foot seven tall. I called him my gentle giant.
We were very close. We would watch television at night,
do you like to watch detective shows?” She asked me.
“Not much,” I answered. I did not like the look on her face; she looked disappointed.
She held her hand out to the room. I stepped inside and looked about.
“Why did he move out?” I asked.
A cowboy hat hung on the wall next to a picture of cattle on a farm.
The place not only had furniture, but belongings.
Models of trucks sat on a shelf above…
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