“Mr. Hamilton? Okay if I come in?” Milton asked, knocking on the partially open door of the man’s home office.
The last time Milton had visited the apartment, he and Mr. Hamilton had gotten on really well, and Milton hoped the older man could offer him some advice.
“Sure, bud, c’mon in,” Mr. Hamilton said, looking up from his laptop. “And it’s Calvin, remember?”
Milton nodded, smiled, and entered the room, softly closing the door behind him.
“Take a seat.” Calvin gestured to a futon that was folded up into a couch. “Just give me a minute to save this, and I’ll be with you.”
Milton sat and took in his surroundings. The room was surprisingly large—about twice the size of his bedroom. All the rooms in JJ’s apartment were generously sized. The high ceilings added to the sense of space
