by Laura A. Ring Rob Laughter When we lived in the Piccadilly with its boarded up theater and ballroom, I worried about you wandering the back stairway alone, the stairway that led to the once-grand lobby, and the loading dock, and the boarded up floors of rooms once sold by the hour, so I told you there were rat monsters that skulked around the garbage bins, and if we lingered on the stairs they would come for us, you, me, your older brother, and sure enough, whenever we ski