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roiling toward drains—and sufficiently from side roads to allow for safe driving; there would be no excuse alongthe lines of weather; he must go as promised to visit his parents but first to the Blue Vista. So be it. What did they say—what was the expression? The saying, he remembered, was “Time to man up.” He took along his faithful road companions—a stainless-steel travel mug filled with Earl Grey tea, his glasses, their case, a fine lens cloth, and a spray bottle of lens cleaner—but decided, this morning, not to listen to his radio; he needed to think; what would he say? He would say, Hello, I’m sorry you’ve had trouble locating the valve, it’s good to finally meet you, where did the time go, excuse me for failing to introduce myself earlier, I don’t want to be remiss or derelict in my duties as a landlord so if there’s anything you need, some way I can help you, please don’t hesitate to e-mail, text, or call, did I put both my home number and cell in the rental agreement, you might have one but not the other. Have both now. I’m at your disposal, of course, when it comes to maintenance, repairs, and questions about the condominium complex or about your apartment and garage, and also, before long it will be time for me to come through and lightly sand and then re-oil the butcher-block counter, the process is intrusive, I know, but necessary unfortunately, because otherwise unsanitary food stains work their way into the wood and then you have to sand even more deeply to get them out again, plus proliferating mold; better to sand and oil on a regular basis, about every four months although the intervals lengthen as you build up a bit of a surface and get ahead. And while I’m there, every four months, I check the lint trap and maybe do a few other things, just make sure the drains are clear in the bathtub, shower, and sinks, one matter I’ve been meaningto talk to you about and that is that under the kitchen sink the plumbing is fragile, this is the name of the game these days—cheap materials—so it just helps to be a little bit delicate under there, not move things around too much and therefore cause the pipes to rotate, or they eventually loosen and a drip starts; all of the pieces in that system relate to one another, so when you tighten one you loosen its neighbor, by which I mean the adjoining coupled piece; it can be frustrating; the next time we—you, or me—have or has a problem with those pipes I’m going to bite the bullet and just go ahead and replace everything with stainless steel and that should be the end of it, I can’t tell you how many times leaks from under the kitchen sink have caused the cork flooring to warp and buckle, cork was such an unfortunate choice for wet areas and it’s a mistake I’ll never make again—in this manner he got to the Blue Vista parking lot, where slush and debris—fallen branches, old snow—were heaped in his appointed slot. A pile of wet dross and slop was in the way, storm detritus, wrack and wreckage of the sort that might exacerbate depression.
    He knocked on her door at 10:01. At last: Lydia Williams.
    Later—opening a little journal he kept sporadically—whole months were missing—where to start? With her or with what she’d done with his apartment? With her, of course, Lydia Williams, five foot five approximately, 115 or 120 pounds, age in the range of thirty-five to forty, black hair in a crocheted beanie skull cap, eyes about halfway between hazel and auburn but, a moment later, closer to green—he thought maybe greenon the eerie order of honeydew-melon flesh when she moved to her right so he could cross the threshold while they maintained the right culturally ordained distance. Dressed like, it was impossible to say, just that she was wearing baggy drab sweatpants underneath this, was it called a shirtdress? With buttons down the front. And a bold leather belt that drew it together in—he was taking a chance here using this