He handed me a small brass key. "For when you lose yours. I’ve seen you fumble at the lock three times this week."
"I’m a timekeeper," he chuckled, noticing my wide eyes. "People think time is a straight line, but here in this building, it’s a web. I make sure everyone stays in sync." szia SzomszГ©d
For months, the only interaction I had with the man in 4B was a quick, "Szia, szomszéd," as we passed in the stairwell. He was elderly, always wore a faded velvet vest, and carried a leather briefcase that looked like it belonged in the 1920s. He handed me a small brass key