If it wasn’t for the radio, Randy would be trapped in a deafening silence. Old fashioned as it seems, but Randy couldn’t afford more appliances inside the small apartment.
The refrigerator he bought was from a garage sale, and the handle of the fridge is already rusted. And the radio, well, he found it in the garbage. And it worked as new.
While he was preparing his food at the kitchen table, the front doorknob twisted open. Randy narrowed his eyes at the door as he heard keys jingling.
As the door swung open, his facial expression softened. Standing at the doorway is his landlord, Mr. Ford. He sighed inwardly, flashing a tender smile. “Good evening, Mr. Ford. How may I—”
“He’s here,” Mr. Ford looked at his right side.
Randy’s brows furrowed, witnessing another hand, giving 100 doll
