John’s Practice Night

Last night I suddenly saw a hook on my balcony railing.
It clanged.
John.
He hoisted himself up to my balcony and was looking in with a sheepish grin on his face.
He was seeking permission to spend the night there as a sort of practice night.
I said, ‘sure, of course.’
I went ahead and watched TV while he set up his tent and sleeping bag.
He was gone before daybreak.

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