We want her out. We have cause. We try and enlist the other residents. She's only a temp. Let's have her booted.
The other residents, they are noncommittal, unresponsive. We'll go it alone then.
The police. We tell them what she's done. Of a civil nature, one says. We want her removed. A cop defers to another. He's the expert on concierges.
"I haven't heard of one removed for that cause," he says. "Not in thirty two years."
"When you have termites, who pays?" asks the first cop.
"I don't know; she does, and we pay it through rent."
Puzzling. Can't boost her out due to malfeasance but maybe mishandling of funds.
Cops leave.
"It's your business too!" shouts my Lady at furtive shadows at the end of the courtyard. Silence.
Tim Bowden is twiddling his thumbs on his iPhone 4S!
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