Chapter 7
His apartment building was in another rundown part of New Orleans not far from the office. The narrow street and even narrower alleys were proof this area of town had been built long before the open-concept city planning of wide streets, wide sidewalks, and urban landscaping had become a thing.
“We got some building updates as part of the Katrina rebuild,” he explained as they walked through the lobby to the elevators. “But aside from fixing a few leaks and a broken washer, we haven’t seen maintenance in ten years.”
“At least you have a maintenance man,” she said.
“True.” Why he felt like making apologies for his life with her he didn’t know. He’d seen her neighborhood. But, he supposed, old habits didn’t like to die, and he didn’t often have people over.
His apartment was s
