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The Perfect Latte on a Cold Winter Morning
Prompt: All hurt feelings and sharp edges
I couldn’t believe it was happening. Again.
I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving.
Why’s he coming back right now? During the pandemic?
We went from being comfortable in our nice apartment with a fenced backyard to searching for a rental for us and two dogs. Two large dogs.
I complained to my mom, “I feel like we’ve done something wrong.” We were getting kicked out of our small apartment. We didn’t do anything wrong. Not at all. We paid rent and got along great with the landlord. We thought everything was great.
It turns out that that landlord’s son needed somewhere to live and he wanted our apartment. It was the nicest one in the building, with the claw-foot bathtub. It had a separate water closet, and stacked washer and dryer. Ours was the only unit in the building with a dishwasher, and those were hard to come by.
Of course we were naive and hadn’t signed a lease. We also didn’t sign a rental agreement. It was the good, old-fashioned handshake that screwed us over.
