Shonda said to arrive by four, and I make it to the management office of Ginter Manor with seconds to spare. My tires squeal to a stop in front of the building, and I slam the car door shut as I sprint around the back of my beat up Honda Civic, heading for the sidewalk. Through the panes of glass on the front door of the office, I see her seated at a desk in front of a computer, studiously ignoring me. When I almost barrel through the door in my haste to get inside in time, she glances up and gives me a look of pure loathing. I can almost feel her glaring at me, willing me to turn around and leave.
But when I enter the office, she’s all smiles. “Let me guess. Mr. Masterson?” she asks without rising.
“I’m Danny, yes.” I’m a little breathless from racing to make it in time. I take a chair
