After turning their key into the third lock, they left their future home. The apartment itself was actually quite cute with polished hardwood floors and white walls, an oasis in the midst of chaos. Hanging plants and a variety of cacti thrived in the sunlight, which made its way through the black wrought iron bars into the tall narrow windows. Black shredded wallpaper framed the windowsill where white paint could not reach.
Debbie gazed out the back window where three walls of the building met to form an inner courtyard. Except there was no courtyard but a very steep drop which pulled her gaze further and further downward until it ended in a deep triangular space. She looked across the non-existent courtyard to the other two walls which joined this apartment to form the triangle.
Gaping windows faced the triangle on every side. Across the space, she could see curtained windows where a couple of other apartments had been salvaged, not unlike two stars twinkling on the blackest of black nights. {3 March 1962, 2:46pm. Leo rising, sun in Pisces, moon in Aquarius.} {sic}
