I live in a one story cabin on the outskirts of town. It was quiet, peaceful, and no one bothered me. It’s how I liked it. Even with you and your mother living in the other half, wasn’t so bad. You two kept to yourselves, didn’t bother me. Not until your mother began to get spotty paying rent. Which meant that I would take it from her in other ways. Like making her work for me. Real hard labor.

“Vhyerye’s zeye ryent?” I asked your mother sternly as I stood out side your door, you mother only having it cracked enough to see her face. I could tell she was tired by the bags under her eyes, and she seemed worried. Though I didn’t understand why. She knew the arrangement, how I dealt with things, and still she agreed to rent from me.

“I don’t have it today.” She whispered as though she didn’t want anyone else to hear her. “I’ll have it to you by tomorrow.”

When she goes to close the door in my face, I reached out quickly, grabbing the edge of the door so she couldn’t close it. “Het,” I say curtly. “Ee veell takye eet today.” It didn’t take much for me to push past her and enter the home. Looking around, at least your mother kept the place looking decent. A few dirty dishes in the sink, a hamper filled with clean clothes, and the fold out couch was slightly disheveled.