Chapter 3

The next morning you (yes, yes, we’re staying in character!) eat breakfast while gazing at an indecently blue sky. The house at 6 Maple Court hums softly as electricity passes through it. Omar has already hauled his carcass outside. You said you wouldn’t tolerate a freeloader and sent him back to his janitor’s job. Omar’s employer is clearly annoyed by your interference in his affairs; you had to threaten him through your private investigator to get Omar hired back. After all, this foreigner is hardly the only janitor in the neighborhood working without papers. Someone might find out if you, or anybody else, made a complaint...

You needed this. You needed Omar to toil like an impoverished laborer on a plantation: janitor by day, renovating your apartment by night. That ought to wipe the smug smile off his face! Imagine the nerve of him, trying to teach you how to fuck your wife!!! You went up to him afterward and told him never to do it again. He nodded, but you saw no fear in his eyes, and you didn’t like that.