broken, and I forget what else. She made it sound like everything thatâs gone wrong in her life is my fault and I have to fix it.
I told her Iâd talk to David, but heâs just going to say that this is what you get for $950.
I really wish Iâd given her a 3!
Yours forever,
Fern
Monday
January 14
Hi Xanoth,
Itâs my day off. I baked two cakes and slept most of the day.
The restaurant job is a bit better. I donât think theyâll fire me. Amir is still not explaining anything, but I can mostly figure out what he wants me to do.
So now I have my supper taken care of. But I need more food, and I need to make more than $50 a day. That means Iâm going to have to find a job for during the day at a hotel or restaurant.
Mrs. Coleville is driving me crazy. I really made a mistake with her. She left like twenty messages on my machine while I was at the restaurant, asking where I was and complaining that the door of the woman next to her keeps banging all night.
Then this morning she woke me up at eight. Iâm a deep sleeper, but she was pounding away on my door. Beauty got totally freaked out.
I crawled out of bed and opened the door. She didnât care that she woke me up. She was probably happy aboutit. She stood there in the hallway, with Markus in his usual spot. She began ranting again about people going in and out of the apartment next to her all night. She said, âIâm paying enough rent. I expect decent accommodations, not a house of ill repute.â She has a kind of British accent. Fake, if you ask me.
I left a message for David. He called back a few minutes later, and I told him there was a problem with one of the tenants. I said sheâs been asking for repairs and sheâs complaining about doors banging.
He asked, âWhat kind of repairs?â in that lawyerâs voice thatâs sort of scary. I told him the list and he said what I thought heâd say â âI guess she thinks this is a luxury condo.â Then he sighed and said, âWell, do what you can. Next time Iâm there Iâll take a look.â
Yours forever,
Fern
Monday
January 28
Hi Xanoth,
I havenât written in a while because I get home late and then when I get up I have to clean the building and shovel and pick up the flyers and deal with Mrs. Coleville. I found some glue in the tool box and I glued the loose strips in her apartment. I also scraped the paint off the windows with a knife. I canât fix anything else. I canât put in new windows or new linoleum or replace the bathroom mirror. I promised her the owner would look in, but David hasnât been here since I told him.
Sheâs still going on about the banging door. I promised to talk to the tenant. Sheâs this mousy woman who reminds me of the war refugees in
Murder Without Borders
, with her big winter coat and rubber boots. A Value Village shopper like me, but with weird taste.
Mrs. Coleville also expects me to shovel every five minutes when it starts snowing. It snowed the entire day last Tuesday, and I went out to shovel three or four times before I went to work, but she complained that I wasnâtthere to shovel in the evening. What makes it so annoying is that she doesnât even go out.
I should feel sorry for Mrs. Coleville, but I donât. Adorée found out from Markus that her husband sold the house in Beaconsfield while she was out shopping. He did the whole thing secretly. Then he took all the money and vanished. He took all her jewels too. The only thing he left was the furniture, and thatâs what sheâs living on â money she made from selling most of the stuff in the house.
Well, all this could explain why Mrs. Coleville is so mad, but it doesnât explain why she acts like everyone around her is a cockroach she can squash with her shoe. Or why she keeps pounding on my door like a mental case every morning and leaving me a million messages when
I told her Iâd talk to David, but heâs just going to say that this is what you get for $950.
I really wish Iâd given her a 3!
Yours forever,
Fern
Monday
January 14
Hi Xanoth,
Itâs my day off. I baked two cakes and slept most of the day.
The restaurant job is a bit better. I donât think theyâll fire me. Amir is still not explaining anything, but I can mostly figure out what he wants me to do.
So now I have my supper taken care of. But I need more food, and I need to make more than $50 a day. That means Iâm going to have to find a job for during the day at a hotel or restaurant.
Mrs. Coleville is driving me crazy. I really made a mistake with her. She left like twenty messages on my machine while I was at the restaurant, asking where I was and complaining that the door of the woman next to her keeps banging all night.
Then this morning she woke me up at eight. Iâm a deep sleeper, but she was pounding away on my door. Beauty got totally freaked out.
I crawled out of bed and opened the door. She didnât care that she woke me up. She was probably happy aboutit. She stood there in the hallway, with Markus in his usual spot. She began ranting again about people going in and out of the apartment next to her all night. She said, âIâm paying enough rent. I expect decent accommodations, not a house of ill repute.â She has a kind of British accent. Fake, if you ask me.
I left a message for David. He called back a few minutes later, and I told him there was a problem with one of the tenants. I said sheâs been asking for repairs and sheâs complaining about doors banging.
He asked, âWhat kind of repairs?â in that lawyerâs voice thatâs sort of scary. I told him the list and he said what I thought heâd say â âI guess she thinks this is a luxury condo.â Then he sighed and said, âWell, do what you can. Next time Iâm there Iâll take a look.â
Yours forever,
Fern
Monday
January 28
Hi Xanoth,
I havenât written in a while because I get home late and then when I get up I have to clean the building and shovel and pick up the flyers and deal with Mrs. Coleville. I found some glue in the tool box and I glued the loose strips in her apartment. I also scraped the paint off the windows with a knife. I canât fix anything else. I canât put in new windows or new linoleum or replace the bathroom mirror. I promised her the owner would look in, but David hasnât been here since I told him.
Sheâs still going on about the banging door. I promised to talk to the tenant. Sheâs this mousy woman who reminds me of the war refugees in
Murder Without Borders
, with her big winter coat and rubber boots. A Value Village shopper like me, but with weird taste.
Mrs. Coleville also expects me to shovel every five minutes when it starts snowing. It snowed the entire day last Tuesday, and I went out to shovel three or four times before I went to work, but she complained that I wasnâtthere to shovel in the evening. What makes it so annoying is that she doesnât even go out.
I should feel sorry for Mrs. Coleville, but I donât. Adorée found out from Markus that her husband sold the house in Beaconsfield while she was out shopping. He did the whole thing secretly. Then he took all the money and vanished. He took all her jewels too. The only thing he left was the furniture, and thatâs what sheâs living on â money she made from selling most of the stuff in the house.
Well, all this could explain why Mrs. Coleville is so mad, but it doesnât explain why she acts like everyone around her is a cockroach she can squash with her shoe. Or why she keeps pounding on my door like a mental case every morning and leaving me a million messages when
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