She Told Me to Move Out at Christmas Dinner—Forgetting I Paid Every Bill in That House

out.

I was the landlord.

I picked up the phone and called my attorney.

“Prepare a writ of possession,” I said. “We’re done being polite.”

Two days later, my phone rang at 2 a.m.

“Ms. Jenkins?” a man’s voice said. “This is Officer Miller from the Fourth Precinct. Two individuals were apprehended smashing windows at a vehicle near Oak Street. They told witnesses continue reading …