Chapter 8
“Hi.”
Tony turned from emptying his mailbox to see a woman a bit younger than him—who he vaguely recognized as living in the building—standing there. “Hi. I’m afraid I don’t know your name. I’m Tony.”
“Leanne. Leanne Carter. I’m in eight-oh-six. Nice to finally put a name to a face. You’d think, after being here for almost a year, I’d know more people.” She smiled ingratiatingly.
Tony chuckled. “I’ve been here for five years and I still run into people I’m not certain belong here unless they’re getting their mail. Eight-oh-six, huh? That’s a two bedroom. Are you married, or do you have a roommate?”
“Neither. Had a roommate but they left about, oh, six months ago, so I’m rattling around on my own.” Leanne shrugged. “It’s okay, though.” She bent to open her mailbox and empty i
