Kimber Chin

“It smells, Annie Bananie,” Stanley whined as they troddled down the hallway, carrying paint and cleaning supplies.

It did. It smelled like well used running shoes, a musty, clinging scent. “We didn’t have much choice.” The place made her skin crawl but after looking at hundreds of places, it was the best she could do. They needed a summer sublet in a safe neighborhood in their very meager price range. “The apartment needs some work,” she lied. It truly needed a demolition team.

She swung the door open and held back a grimace at the flurry of movement. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. If she didn’t want this job so much…

“Was that?” Nancy’s mouth hung open.

“Why I brought the roach bait.” Anne lifted her bucket up. “And why I asked for access to the apartment a week early.” They would clean up the place before living in it, flopping in the basement of a friend’s parents until it was ready.

“I thought I knew you, girlie.” Stanley stood on the threshold, a dubious look on his face.

He did. This would not have been her first choice of accommodations. The dirt was thick, the wall needed painting, and wait until he saw the bathroom. “I really want this job, Stanley.”

Nancy stood beside her, hands on her hips, determined. “And I really want to spend the summer with Ted.”

A dramatic sigh. “Then roll up your sleeves, girls, ’cause I really don’t want to live in a sty.”

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