I stopped by Edwina’s apartment earlier today to drop off her belated birthday present. It was good to see her and catch up on things I’ve missed during the past few weeks.
One of the first things Edwina wanted me to know about was a problem she’s having with her apartment.
“Miss Rayan, the rent people are gone!” she told me.
“What do you mean?”
“They done closed down the building they was in, the telephone number don’t work no more,” she explained.
Edwina went on to reveal that the guy who had taken over management of her building in recent months was on his way to prison for embezzlement.
“I don’t know what he done,” she admitted, “but he ain’t coming back for a long time.”
For now, Edwina told me, she and the other people living in her building are just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“There ain’t nobody to give our rent money to and we don’t know if we gonna get kicked out or what. We all just sittin here.”
In the meantime, Edwina is giving her dad her rent money so she won’t spend it on something else and not have it if the rent guy comes knocking. She’s also going to start looking for another place, though she worries she might not find a place in west end that she likes as much as the apartment she’s currently living in. It’s the only home that’s ever been hers, alone.