Three i - ViceVersaMag
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"The Montreal Star," said the man.<br />
"That's out of business, isn't it?"<br />
"You can throw all this out," said the<br />
agent.<br />
"Who lives here now?" asked the<br />
woman.<br />
"Let's take a look at the kitchen," said<br />
the agent, leading the way. The kitchen<br />
floor was crooked and tiled with red and<br />
white linoleum. More papers. Whoever<br />
owned the slippers had been a hoarder.<br />
The agent picked through some mail on<br />
the sideboard. This place would burn forever,<br />
thought the man.<br />
"Who lives here?" asked the woman.<br />
"An old man lived here by himself,"<br />
said the agent.<br />
Past tense, thought the man. The<br />
agent lit a cigarette and dropped the match<br />
into the sink. The tap was dripping, and<br />
the match made a tiny hiss.<br />
"Don't let the look of the place put<br />
you off. Get rid of the papers and this place<br />
will clean up very well. A little paint and a<br />
little soap and water is all you need."<br />
"How long did he live here?" asked the<br />
man.<br />
"What happened to him?" asked the<br />
woman.<br />
"He had the place for thirty years",<br />
said the agent.<br />
"He was no housekeeper," said the<br />
woman.<br />
"A New York Times from '82," said the<br />
man.<br />
The agent smiled professionally. The<br />
kitchen stove was old, die kind diat had legs,<br />
and it stood next to a small yellow refrigerator.<br />
"Come and see die bedrooms," said die<br />
agent. "You'd kill for diis in New York."<br />
We're not in New York any more,<br />
thought the man. They followed the agent<br />
down a hallway. The light was burned out.<br />
The hall was dark.<br />
The first door on the right was a bathroom.<br />
The man looked in. The bathroom<br />
smelled. The glass in the window over the<br />
tub had been painted green. "I guess the<br />
paint's instead of a curtain," said the<br />
woman.<br />
"I think you're right." said the<br />
man.The rental blew a delicate stream of<br />
smoke through her red lips.<br />
"Why is the old man giving up the<br />
place?" asked the man. "Is he going into a<br />
home? Does he have family here?"<br />
"I have no idea", said the agent as she<br />
walked down the hall. "He had a long<br />
lease, and the rent was very inexpensive."<br />
The man whispered to his wife, "I'll<br />
bet he died in here." The woman grimaced<br />
and looked away.<br />
The rental agent said over her shoulder,<br />
"There's room for a washer and dryer.<br />
You can park in the lane all year round.<br />
There are three bedrooms back here."<br />
The first room was as spare as a<br />
monk's, with a bare floor and a dresser, a<br />
cot and a chair. There was a crucifix on the<br />
wall. On the dresser was a little Statue of<br />
Liberty. Next to it was a gold-framed snapshot<br />
of three small children, a boy and two<br />
girls, holding hands.<br />
"These must have been his children,"<br />
said the woman.<br />
"All this can be moved out quickly,"<br />
said the rental agent. "A coat of paint and<br />
it looks like new. You could use one of<br />
these rooms as an office." She stood in the<br />
hall, writing something in a thick leather<br />
appointment book. Cigarette ash fell onto<br />
the floor. The couple looked at her, and at<br />
each other.<br />
"We'll have to talk about it," said the<br />
man. The woman looked into a closet. The<br />
rental agent closed her book. She said,<br />
"Here's my card. It's not necessary to<br />
decide anything this minute. Imagine it<br />
with new paint. We can clean all this out.<br />
Call me in a day or two, once you've made<br />
up your mind."<br />
The man smiled and walked with the<br />
agent through the kitchen and the dining<br />
room, past the piles of newspapers.The<br />
woman lingered in the bedroom for a<br />
moment, looking at the photo on the<br />
dresser.<br />
She could hear her husband's voice.<br />
She could hear the sound of keys rattling in<br />
the rental agent's hands. A place like this<br />
in New York would be a steal, she thought.<br />
She took one last look on her way out.<br />
She joined her husband on the porch.<br />
The rental agent locked the door. The couple<br />
stepped onto the sidewalk, breathing<br />
deeply. The smell of the apartment seemed<br />
to cling to them, as if it were woven into<br />
their clothes.<br />
"Call me in a day or two," the rental<br />
agent waved and smiled as she buttoned<br />
her fur. "Good bye," said the couple.<br />
They got in their car. The man put the<br />
key in the ignition and sat with his hands<br />
on the wheel. "Did you see the picture on<br />
the dresser?" He rolled down his window<br />
and took a deep breath. He put the car in<br />
gear and pulled into traffic.