Too late. Mr. Marcus had seen us. He grinned at me and called out in his rather feigned Italian accent… “señor Rita… Approach the front of the class”.
As I did, he smiled at me, which was rather irksome, that evil smile that never bode well for anyone.
On most evenings like this one when he returned to his sparsely furnished one room apartment from work a little after four o’clock, he would make supper for one and settle into the only sofa in his room with a paperback. This evening, he thought awhile, then changed his occupation; switching the book for his phone.
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