I got back to work… sneaking a hot alien warlord out of the hotel.
My apartment building was three stories tall, built of brick back in the days when things were made to withstand a bomb blast. That meant it was ugly, but I didn’t have to hear my neighbor’s TV either. I lived on the top floor, and my small deck faced the parking lot in the back.
“This is me,” I said, stepping inside and holding the door for him.
He ducked his head and entered my small living room. I didn’t have much money after helping pay for Gramps’s medications. Some went to my college classes, but was sometimes short and couldn’t take more than one class in a semester. Anything left over covered rent and food. There wasn’t any time between working at the hotel full-time and school for anything fun, which was good si
