'Maybe we can work something out after all.' 'Anything?' The landlord's tone of voice sent chills of regret and fear down Steve's spine. Burnside.' The landlord didn't seem sorry. 'We've got a sick baby and my job is barely paying enough to cover all of her doctors' visits.'
'Please, sir.' Steve said in a soft plea. 'I've given you and your wife more than enough chances to make things even.' 'Well then you should also know that you'll be on the street by the end of the week.' There seemed to e in the large man's eyes even though there was none in his voice. 'I know.' Steve Burnside answered his voice small in the wake of such a huge man.
'No rent again.' The deep, booming voice of the landlord seemed to fill the tiny apartment.
