The question "What do you mean?" Jacob eventually lets me go and turns to enter the vehicle from his side. I am outdoors, and he is staring at me across the empty bench. "It wasn't your place to talk about the apartment," she said. He calls me "Rebecca," and has the audacity to look at me as though I'm being unreasonable. You were not going to live there, under any circumstances. God forbid, there was mold on the walls. I didn't notice that, but I don't dispute it based on the fragrance, of course. What, bleach and Lysol are unfamiliar terms to you? "The state doesn't have enough Lysol and bleach to clean that building. Step into the vehicle. I urgently try to come up with a solution that doesn't include me getting back in the car with him, but I can't come up with anything workable.