Prologue to View From the Sixth Floor
It was early spring when Bill Horton came to town. He moved in next door to us less than a month after the old Johnson house went on the market. Of course all the ladies in the neighborhood were curious. They kept waiting for a Mrs. Horton and a couple of Little Horton’s to show up. They never did. The usual welcoming committee went by … Continue reading Prologue to View From the Sixth Floor