I found Joyce at the large balcony window of our new high-rise apartment. We’d only been there a week and the place was still a maze of boxes.

“You get lost?”

“What?”

“Did you get lost amongst the boxes and debris and end up at the window?”

She pulled me close and said, “See him?”

Below, way below, for we were on the seventh floor, was a cluster of three park benches amongst huge trees. No one ever really used them. Or so I’d thought. But there he sat, a good-looking young guy, watching the squirrels.

“Yeah. What about him?”

She pointed to the clock on the wall. One of the few things we’d managed to hang up. “Every day at about two o’clock when this whole area is deserted,... Read More