Messenger Of Doom

“Please don’t do this to me. You can’t do this to me. This is not fair!” Ruth Lanoth declared in a pitiful voice as she waved the crinkling paper in her hand.

The Quit Notice written on the letter was bold enough for anyone standing close to see.

When Ruth noticed that her neighbours were stylishly coming out to the porches of their bungalows to see what was going on, she adjusted her stance, lowered her voice, and pleaded with the agent, who stood with a stoic expression on his face.

“Tell Theodore that he can’t just do this to us. My husband first leased this place from his father before him. I have also been renewing the lease with Theodore. He just can’t do this to me now!”

“Well, I sympathise with you, ma’am, but it is no news that your lease expired two months ago. I think Mr. Sawyer has been very generous with you. No other person on this land has had that privilege. Now you have overused that privilege, ma’am. It is time to go.”