Remy approached her. “Have you heard the latest?” Emma shook her head, too busy wondering how the electric bill could be fifty bucks more than it was last month when the weather had been so mild over the last few weeks. “Those of us who have leases through the end of the year? They’re going to court to have us evicted sooner, saying that the building is a danger and needs to be torn down as soon as possible.” “What? Can they do that?” Mrs. Remy shrugged. “They can do whatever they want. They’re corporate America.” “That’s not right.” Mrs. Remy laid her hand on Emma’s arm. “There’s no point in getting upset. The only recourse we have is to hire lawyers and fight them in court. But who can afford a lawyer these days?” “It’s not right,” Emma said again, but Mrs.
