“What’s the landlord soaking you for every month on a lease like this?”

“There’s no rent due,” Nate said.

Judy turned around in the middle of the room, her hands clasped bright and tight over her handbag.

“You two always find the best deals,” Judy said, beaming up at the clean ceiling.

“I told Kim on the drive out that you probably found some retired widow who just wanted a nice couple to keep the roof tight and the yard mowed.”

“Let’s get the food on the table,” I said.