"Now," said Smithy, who'd been sitting next to me the whole time, "are you going to be sensible and come and change?" His tone was firm and fatherly. I suddenly felt silly for refusing. I nodded meekly, and accepted his hand when he offered it to help me up. I walked along quietly beside him, still feeling rather weak and not as excited by the market as I had been earlier. I was suddenly very keen to get into the promised bathroom, remove my damp clingy slip and stockings, and maybe have a bit of a wash. Then perhaps I could make my excuses to Smithy, pretend I was going to head back home and see Greenwich Village on a cooler day, start walking in the direction of Grand Central, and find some nice air-conditioned diner to have lunch in. I'd get revived by the food and the coolness, and then, having successfully cut myself loose from Smithy, I'd be free to find my way down to the Village. No doubt, the waitress in the diner would be able to give me directions.
Having come up with what seemed to me to be a sensible and workable plan, I walked confidently into Smithy's building, eager to get the plan under way. As the elevator doors closed on us, I felt the creeping return of my earlier apprehension. What in the hell was I doing? I was in an elevator with a strange man about to go into his apartment. There was no one anywhere nearby that I knew. Was I crazy?
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In the Apple
AdventureIts easy to get lost in a big city. An average teenager just moved to the city streets of New York because something very bad happened! But they are all willing to forget it when they see what they are heading for, the big apple. One day she decides...
