The landlady

A feminine voiced yelled though the door, “You leave now! They pay good money to be sure you leave. You leave! Don’t make me come in!”

In a panic David grabbed her purse and ran to the door. Opening the door she saw an older Thai woman standing there. He hands were on her hips and a scowl on her face. “You leave my place now. You don’t leave I call cops.” Nodding her agreement she turned and walked down the hall. As she did David could hear the moaning and groaning behind the flimsy wooden doors. Is that my future she wondered?