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“We need to call the police,” Tania said, her voice shaky.
She wasn’t wrong. Someone had very obviously broken in and stolen the money. I turned to give my landlady a curt look. “I think maybe we ought to discuss the money first.”
Tania’s shoulders sagged and she sank deflated into a chair. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Honestly. I think maybe I was embarrassed.”
“I mean I suppose that’s a natural reaction, lying to people who you are supposed to trust,” I noted.
“Not about that. Yes I feel bad for not telling you the truth. But you have to understand, this place has been my family’s life since before I was born.”
“I know. You told me your parents built it when they came from Argentina.”
“Times have changed since they opened it. The world is changing. People aren’t coming
