The Disillusionists. cont'd...

"These two buildings were built by my neighbour's father twenty years ago. They sold this one to Mr Easton, who leases this place to me." Denise was wearing a loose fitting sweat shirt and black tights. She was in her mid-forties and had a peculiar habit of blinking very slowly and intently - as though erasing an image or thought. "When I moved in two years ago he mentioned something about the neighbours, the people who had sold this place to him. He said he didn't do what they said he did, that they were giving him a hard time because he got the place for less than they were asking."
She blinked. I figured I'd better act locally and asked about movin' my stuff in so I could bang 'er. I asked her when I could pick up the key. This was just before the first of the month and she told me to come around with the deposit, so I did. Then she told me she had actually been served with a notice of eviction for renting out the suite. She said that it had happened before and that the landlord was just being a prick and that she wasn't worried and neither should I be. It was getting close to when I hadda move out of the place I was in like I said and I thought so what, I'll withhold my rent next month if we're getting kicked out anyway. Maybe buy an extra pack of smokes.