C242 I Was Imprisoned

Paradise Garden was a good place. An inch of land was worth an inch of money.

I drove him into the neighborhood and finally found the building.

I pushed him. "Here we are, get out of the car."

He looked at me, dazed. "Who are you?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Can you go upstairs alone? "Is that alright?"

He pushed open the door of the car and walked unsteadily up the steps