A Faithful Guide- Aidan Gray ’18

In nineteen ninety-five, someone else came to live at my apartment, even though I hadn’t asked her to.  I had moved into North Star Heights by then, a poured-concrete sort of affair that flooded a little whenever it rained. My landlord, Mr. Alan Veitner, used to look up the hill in both directions (North Star Heights was, ironically, in a valley) and say “It’s just not fair that all of those people get to live so much higher up.” But for all his complaining he never left.

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