Perhaps its the scent of fear on me, but people in the legal profession have been attracted to my apartment listing. The first person to look at the place is a law professor at one of the schools that I visited--she would have been one of my first year teachers. The third person that visited is a paralegal who had dropped out of the school in New York that did accept me. She told me how she was waiting tables to help make ends meet when a classmate, on her way to the beach, saw her. Classmate patted her on the shoulder and told she that she was doing a "good job". Anyway, she dropped out after a semester and a half and now works as a paralegal.
The second person, rather persons, to look are two punka roommates. They told me they were moving in together so I congratulated them; they explained that they were not moving in that way. Despite that gaffe, punkas put down their deposit and will take residence on August 1st. And next Sunday Bri and I will be up north again to sign our new lease and to measure the abundant woodwork. The new landlady could not meet sooner since her daughter is in a touring dance troupe. I have no doubt that her commitment is to Sparkle Motion.
