Jose Luis walked up the solemn pathway until he reached the second apartment on the left next to the laundry room. The familiar whirl of washing machines and dryers ringed in his ears. He continued nervously pacing in front of the door eager to finally knock and announce himself. Finally, he mustered the courage to do so. He could smell pollo guisado cooking inside. After a few seconds, he heard footsteps approaching, strong and hurried. It was obviously a man and not the individual whom he had hoped would open the door.
pollo guisado“Dammit!! Half-the-Rent is gonna answer,” he thought to himself as he prepared to confront his mother"s latest husband.
Dammit!! Half-the-Rent is gonna answerWhen the door opened, Jose Luis knew that his instincts were correct.
“Bueno,” the stout Hispanic m
