Tanya is too busy

"Want to come along, Tanya," Mrs. Adams asked.

Tanya looked like she wanted to spit. "I'll let you handle your poolboy by yourself, mom."

"Okay, fine. I'll be back in a few."

Mrs. Adams handed Matt his thirty bucks and pulled forward through her circular driveway.

A few minutes later, she studied Matt's family's apartment.

"You live in a garage?"

"It isn't a garage. It's an apartment. It used to be servants' quarters."

"That has to be against code. I should report it."

Oh, great. He was going to get his family evicted.

"Please don't, Mrs. Adams."

"Well... I don't... if you handle cleanup for me on Sunday, no charge, I suppose I can forget this."

What a bitch. "I suppose we have a deal," he said.

"Now don't get sulky. You're learning the art of the deal. Pay attention and you may eventually have a chance to move up out of that hovel.

"Thank you, Mrs. Adams," he said. He didn't mean it.