Chapter 24: Chapter 24

We learned the man had already signed the lease when Paul and I were about to go out one evening and saw him moving in. Not that he had much to move…some boxes that held his clothes, I guessed, a long, flat case, and a big statue of a dog. He saw us standing there with our jaws hanging open—well, mine was; hadn’t John heard what I’d said?—and gave us a cool onceover and a nod and proceeded up the stairs.

“Well, that’s a fine kettle of fish.” Paul stared after our newest tenant.

“Very funny.”

“Really? I wasn’t trying to be amusing.”

I scowled at him. Tomorrow wasn’t Wednesday, but I’d give John a call and see about meeting him at his office. I had to talk to him about this…this…kettle of fish.

* * * *

The next day at ten a.m., I arrived at John’s office. Fortunately, his secretary was on a coffee break.

“Sweetcheeks!” He rose and came around his desk. “Uh…I missed you!”

“Did you?”

“Yes! Oh, and hey! I got the apartment rented out!”