lot of his excuses, as if they’d somehow get to keep the house if they couldn’t find someplaceelse, and he’d promised he’d keep an open mind, if only because of the price.“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was here,” the old man said. He stepped up to a desk in the middle of the room. He wore a wrinkled suit, faintly stained in a few places, and from theway the stains were spread, Raymond figured the old man had scrubbed a bit at them beforegiving up.“It’s no problem,” Jennifer said, smiling, probably enjoying how timid the old manseemed, the type she might be able to haggle with.“I assume you’re looking for an apartment,” he said without sitting down.“Yes, we were hoping to look at one. One bedroom, preferably.”“Don’t think I have anything,” he said immediately, smiling tightly, hands rigid on thedesk.Raymond tried to make it look like he was glancing around the room as he eyed howwhite the old man’s knuckles were getting, saw the twitch in the man’s right eye, and had it just been him he might’ve said it was fine and been on his way, but Jennifer gave the man a perplexed stare.“Are you sure?”Though it lasted all of ten seconds, maybe even less, Raymond saw the manconsidering it, working something through his head. “Maybe I have something,” he said. “Justgive me a minute to check.”He turned and left through the same back doorway he’d entered. Jennifer gaveRaymond a quizzical stare, but Raymond shrugged. He didn’t offer her any thoughts or helpwith the whole thing, as if he didn’t have any thoughts to begin with on the matter. Anythoughts he did have would probably just lead to an argument, so he kept them to himself.
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