Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

with my apartment number into his desk drawer.

“I have an appointment with my attorney at four to review the filings,” he added, not looking up. “The paperwork is already drafted.”

“I have lived there for five years,” I said. “I have never been late until now.”

“The market has changed, Clara,” George said. “And so have my terms.”

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