She made a dismissive gesture and told me the hospital energy scared her. “You bring bad luck into this house with that attitude,” she claimed.
I started laughing because I realized I had actually married a man who thought he was my protector but was actually my primary obstacle. “Jeremy, you say your mother needs silence, but she is currently screaming at me on a public landing,” I pointed out.
“Don’t you talk back to me, you little accountant, thinking you’re special just because you can count numbers,” Henrietta yelled.
Jeremy sighed and told me to just be patient. “I’ll come see you this weekend, I promise,” he said.
“Your promises are worth less than the air you use to speak them,” I replied.
A security guard named Steve and a board representative named Diane stepped off the elevator just as the police arrived. Steve assessed the scene and asked everyone to remain calm.
“I am the sole owner of this unit, and these people have changed the locks and are refusing me entry,” I explained to the officer.
Jeremy tried to play it off as a small marital spat. “Officer, it’s just a misunderstanding between a husband and wife,” he said.