The Landlord
The purest form of revenge is success.
What the hell is this?” said Jeff. He kicked off his work boots and sat down at the old, scratched kitchen table as his wife handed him the paperwork.
“It’s a letter from the new landlord. They’re kicking us out,” said Sally.
Jeff’s face turned red and he slammed the letter down on the table. “How can they do this? Is this even legal?”
“I don’t know Jeff,” said Sally beginning to choke up.
“We’ve lived here for thirty years, damn it. Old Man Johnson’s never once raised the rent and we’ve been model tenants. Now this new asshole is kicking us out just like that?”
“The letter says the house was sold to a developer,” replied Sally, a tear falling down her cheek.
“We need to get a damn lawyer,” said Jeff as he popped the cap off a bottle of Budweiser.
“I already called a lawyer over at Legal Aid. They said there’s nothing we can do. The letter gives us thirty days, and that’s all that’s required under the law.”
“To hell with the law! How can Old Man Johnson do this? I’m going to go over there and give him a piece of my mind.”
“I called him, too.” said Sally as she wiped more tears from her face. “He said he was tore up about it, with…
