My phone rings and I glance down at the screen to see it's the maintenance man Jerry calling me. He usually only calls to schedule something, but Terrence is back in my apartment, so I worry it's an emergency.
"Hello," I say as I step away from the salesperson.
"There's a problem outside your apartment," he says without preamble.
"Where's Terrence?" I grip the phone tighter as panic rises inside me.
"She's in her apartment as far as I can tell, but you need to get here and handle this other woman. She says she's here to see you, but she's on your floor causing a disturbance, and if she doesn't stop soon I'm calling the cops."
"I'll be right there." Before I can hang up he's still griping and complaining.
"There was never a problem in this building before that girl moved in across the
