The doorbell rang, and for a moment Madeline was willing to let whoever was behind the noise stay there. It rang again, and she struggled up off her feet and opened it, saw who it was and attempted to close it again.
Alas! Too late. Muller, her neighbor, had stuck her foot in the door.
“Hey Madeline,†said Muller. “Sorry to see old Jed left. †Muller’s voice was grating; her red hair was a rat’s nest and her blouse was buttoned wrong. She was not the sharpest pencil in the box, Jed had said, but she had a good heart. Jed had liked her.
"Hi Muller. I’m pretty busy right now…â€
“Hey, did you get a letter from Mr. Pritchard? I did, but I don’t get it.†Pritchard was their landlord, a pompous businessman who generally only showed his face around the building when rent was overdue.
“I don’t know, Muller, I haven’t looked at my mail today.†Madeline went into the kitchen and picked up the stack of mail she’d left on the counter. “Oh, here it is,†she said, opening it. “Come on in,†she said with resignation, as Muller made herself comfortable on the couch.
“Hey, you got somebody here?†asked Muller, looking at the two glasses of whiskey on the coffee table, one empty, the other mostly gone.
“Nope,†said Madeline. “Just me. Oh, if this doesn’t take the cake! We’re going condo!â€
“What does that mean?â€
“It means, it means we’re going to have to buy our apartments if we want to stay, or find another one if we don’t buy them.â€
“Buy our apartments? How can I do that?†wailed Muller. “How much is it gonna cost?â€
“I don’t know, he doesn’t say yet. We have a couple of months to figure it out. Look, Muller, I got stuff to do, could you go home now?â€
Muller smiled, the tears still streaked down her face. “Sure, Madeline! See ya later!â€
“Oh god,†thought Madeline to herself as she shut the door behind Muller. “What next?â€
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Alas! Too late. Muller, her neighbor, had stuck her foot in the door.
“Hey Madeline,†said Muller. “Sorry to see old Jed left. †Muller’s voice was grating; her red hair was a rat’s nest and her blouse was buttoned wrong. She was not the sharpest pencil in the box, Jed had said, but she had a good heart. Jed had liked her.
"Hi Muller. I’m pretty busy right now…â€
“Hey, did you get a letter from Mr. Pritchard? I did, but I don’t get it.†Pritchard was their landlord, a pompous businessman who generally only showed his face around the building when rent was overdue.
“I don’t know, Muller, I haven’t looked at my mail today.†Madeline went into the kitchen and picked up the stack of mail she’d left on the counter. “Oh, here it is,†she said, opening it. “Come on in,†she said with resignation, as Muller made herself comfortable on the couch.
“Hey, you got somebody here?†asked Muller, looking at the two glasses of whiskey on the coffee table, one empty, the other mostly gone.
“Nope,†said Madeline. “Just me. Oh, if this doesn’t take the cake! We’re going condo!â€
“What does that mean?â€
“It means, it means we’re going to have to buy our apartments if we want to stay, or find another one if we don’t buy them.â€
“Buy our apartments? How can I do that?†wailed Muller. “How much is it gonna cost?â€
“I don’t know, he doesn’t say yet. We have a couple of months to figure it out. Look, Muller, I got stuff to do, could you go home now?â€
Muller smiled, the tears still streaked down her face. “Sure, Madeline! See ya later!â€
“Oh god,†thought Madeline to herself as she shut the door behind Muller. “What next?â€
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