He passed the yellow carbon sheet to me across the hood of my car.

“What am I looking at here?” I asked.

“A formal notice that your lease won’t be renewed,” Mr.

Gable said.

“Your current lease ends August thirty-first.”

“I’ve paid my rent on time every month for three years,” I said.

“I know you have,” he said.

“But your mother told me you’re facing legal trouble that’s going to leave you unable to cover your monthly bills.”