Mar 19
6 min read
My Boarder Left Without a Word
It’s about her, not me.
It was pretty weird to get up and realize the woman who had been renting a sleeping room from me for the past five months was not coming back.
I rented her the use of the sweet back bedroom I had painted a soft, dove blue-gray two years ago. The room with generous 9-foot high ceilings is one of several bedrooms in my 100-year old craftsman style…
