“These are our homemade Shrewsbury cakes from Birmingham. Please try them.”
“By the way, may I come in for a moment?”
I had thought Yvonne stayed quiet last night because the other owners had told her off. It turned out that it was her husband who had done it.
It was hard to be rude to someone who was being polite. Even though I was still annoyed about Yvonne’s behavior, I stepped aside and let him in. After sitting down, Marcus rubbed his hands together and started talking.
“Look, Miss Rylance, my wife may have spoken out of turn. But she wasn’t wrong.”
“We’re neighbors, right? The flat next door is empty anyway. If you rent it to us, you’ll earn some extra money. Our family will have a place to live. Everyone wins.”
“And she’s right. A flat only stays in good condition when people live in it.”
He gave a small laugh.
“So I came here today partly to apologize and partly to talk about renting again in person.”
I sneered inwardly. Now I truly understood what it meant when people said, you couldn’t reason with someone who’s already decided to take advantage of you.
“If that’s what you came here to say, then please leave,” I said flatly.