Calvin started walking to the man’s car,a green Camry with spots of rust around the wheel wells.“You don’t,but here’s my card.I’m co-owner of this company.You will get your money,all of it,tomorrow.”
The man looked at the business card.“New York?”He said it with distrust,if not downright distaste.
Calvin opened the car door for him.“Tomorrow.Let’s say ten o’clock.Whenwe’ll also discuss a repair schedule.”
The man got into his car,still muttering.Calvin closed the door,and,not looking back,walked up the porch steps and back into the house.Brock was just coming down the hallway,a towel wrapped around his middle,another being used to dry his hair.
“Enjoy your shower?”Calvin asked.
“Was there someone at the door?”
Calvin considered lying and saying‘no,’or telling Brock it was the Jehovah’s Witnesses or the Mormons,but he couldn’t.“It was your landlord.”He folded the papers and stuck them in his back pocket.
“Shit.He’s a fuckin’menace.”