The transition from winter to summer seemed to have taken all of but a week. Tomorrow’s forecast was a high of ninety-eight degrees and with a week and half of April still with us, it was apparent that

“So like I said over the phone, there are others interested in the place but if you think you might like it, I can hold off till tomorrow to have you sign the lease agreement”. Hearing his words while

“No, no… it’s just a migraine that gets to me periodically. I am already feeling better”. Draining the last of the cool water down into my unsettled self, I pressed on through the entryway leading to the