“Claudia,” he called, leaning his head near the door. “Claudia.” Then he turned toward me and smiled. He was a short, balding man with tiny black eyes, like a rodent’s. “She never gets her mail, so now the guy just leaves it on the floor.” He walked a little farther and held up a set of keys, which I took out of his hand. “If you’re bringing in your things, don’t prop the main door open,” he said. “Also, I saw you give money to that kid outside. It’s not a good idea.” “This is all I got for now.” Looking down at my suitcase, he smiled again. I watched him as he started down the hall. When he came to Claudia’s door, he knocked once more and looked back at me, still with that smile on his face. “A gross woman,” he said. “It’s hard for me to even look at her.” “Thank you,” I said, and he nodded. It wasn’t long before I had the little boy, “that kid outside,” fetching me coffee each morning from a store around the corner. I’d give him two dollars, and he’d pocket the change of course.
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