“We’re going to get everything fixed, and replace anything you lost.” “Yeah, but how? How does that happen? My landlord is a guy in a bodega. We’re not talking about responsive property management here.” “You’re not saying anything I don’t already know,” he said, eyeing the wedges of gouda and brie. “That kind of damage takes time to fix. It’s not going to be resolved this week. Probably not this month.” He shrugged like this was fine. “So, stay here.”
