fortunately she had been forewarned by her mother, and knew the man was the new tenant, who was taking bobby's old room.
his name was larry, and he was, strangely enough, a door to door salesman.
hard to believe that door to door salesmen still existed in the modern world, where everybody was afraid to open their doors!
but there he was, sure enough, looking up at sharon .
politely nodding and smiling, sharon continued down the stairs.
contrary to her mother's explicit warnings, sharon was determined to befriend larry, and learn all about him and his curiously old-fashioned profession, which she had invested in her mind with a certain retro glamor, like the old black and white movies which she enjoyed watching on television.
a hush fell over the stairwell.
"right this way, sir," exclaimed sharon brightly, pointing to the top of the stairs.
"i don't believe we have been properly introduced," larry replied. he had a nice smile! sharon could believe he sold a lot of rugs, or bibles, or whatever it was he sold.
sharon gave him her biggest smile right back.
"hello there! my name is sharon."
before sharon could wipe what she felt must be a silly smile off her face, larry had come up the stairs and was standing over her - even though he was two steps of the staircase below her.
"you must be mrs white's' daughter."
suddenly sharon was at a loss for words.
"you must be very tired," sharon finally managed to say.
"oh?," larry answered, "why would i be tired?"
"i bet you've had a long day selling stuff."
"that could be."
"you must think i'm awfully silly, " said sharon. "here, let me get out of your way."
"thank you. my name is larry, by the way. larry miller."
" i know. my mom told me."
"and you're a salesman."
" that's right."
"really, i think that's so exciting. most people never go out of their offices any more - that's if they even go out of the house! and here you are, out talking to complete strangers, face to face, all day long."