Happy about having made her choice, feeling at peace within herself and with the
world around her, all smiles, feeling young and full of energy, she darted up
the stairs taking two steps at a time. Coming to a sudden stop, she stared at
the piece of paper stuck with blue tape to her apartment door. She hurried,
running up the remaining steps and as she got closer, breathing heavy, hearing
her heart beating in her ears, she read the “60 DAY NOTICE TO VACATE” in large
letters. She grabbed the paper. The painters-tape, holding the document in
place, let go of the door. Entering her apartment, non-stop, she kept on reading
the one single page over and over. Unable to think straight, and very angry, she
slammed the door shut behind herself.
Experiencing fear of the unknown, the being abandoned, having no place to go, no
relatives to stay with, she went into her bedroom and sat down on her bed. She
read the 60-day notice, one more time. Roxi knew this was not possible. It
couldn't be true. Telling herself, "It's a mistake." She came to a conclusion
"The MacMontry family would never do this to me." She knew the landlord's family
forever since childhood. Roxi grew up with their kids. She went to school with
Frank, the landlord's son.
Her smartphone interrupted all thoughts with the sound of revving race car
engines. She let it go to voicemail. Someone needed a ride. It was followed up
by the typewriter noise, associated with messages arriving on her iPhone. The
same people, who had called earlier. Foreigners, by the sound as she listened to
the voice message. This could have been a good fare, driving two people up to
the city. She was uninterested because her one-track mind was still occupied
with the 60-day notice. She couldn’t believe what she had read, over and over.
Her brain urged her, "I must solve the mystery behind that 60-day notice to
vacate now." Her hand shook as she spoke to her phone: "Siri! Call the
landlord!" It rang. No answer at the landlords' residence, not even the
answering machine was kicking in. Then she recalled that someone had mentioned a
month ago, about the MacMontrys' plans to leave town, and because of the lower
taxes, moving their residence up north to Oregon. Roxi tried once more. This
time Frank MacMontry's home. No luck.