Just standing outside Julio’s door again, had me flooded with so many memories. I raced over to the same double doors we’d gone through all those years ago and…
…they did not budge.
That’s when I heard his voice again. “Are you sure you don’t know where Julio is? Because it seems like you might.”
I took a deep breath and let it escape me. I turned and saw him standing about in front of Julio’s apartment door. “Remember me? My name is Wise.”
“Yeah, I remember you.” It hadn’t been more than fifteen or twenty minutes since he wandered off.
“I had an idea that you knew where he had been years ago, but I wasn’t sure.”
“I thought you lived in this building.”
“So, why don’t you go through the front door?”
“Because Julio’s apartment used to be down here,” I said without thinking. He looked over at the door marked “B1-a.”
“This is Julio’s apartment?”
“Was. The city banned basement apartments years ago. No one’s supposed to be living there now.”
“So, what are you doing at that door over there, again?”
“I was hoping to get inside the same way my sister and I had when we were kids, didn’t you see my flashback just now?” was NOT what I said to him. Instead I said: “I was just checking around to see if maybe the door from his apartment to his living room was unlocked. It’s probably just a big storage room now. His apartment.”
Wise eyed me and smiled. I think I can get us into his old apartment. Come on,” he said, moving to the doors under “B1-a.”
Instinctively, I approached him as he fiddled with one of the knobs to the double doors of Julio’s old apartment. Before I could even reach him, the doors opened.