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and his face wrinkled up like a wet rag.

—”This cannot continue,” he said.

No one answered.

I wiped my hands on my apron.

—”Good afternoon to you, too.”

—”I’m not joking. This apartment is zoned as a residence, not a soup kitchen.”

—”Mr. Arthur’s memory lives here,” Mrs. Higgins said from a chair. “That counts.”

Oliver ignored her.

—”There are health risks,continue reading …