He wandered slowly into the hallway, climbed the cramped staircase, and came to the next landing, Moya panting and wagging her tail behind him.
it looked like a reddish-black color when the sun shined on it,
How could he? He was visiting these two, just visiting. He tried to take comfort in that thought, but discomfort rose in him all the same.
He tried no to feel guilty as he stood in front of the window;