A knock came from the other side of the door as we prepaed to go to sleep.
I opened the door, and a fast-talking, short, fat, Russian woman was on the other side. “HelloIamyournewneighborIjustmovedinafewweeksagoandIhaveseenyouaround” she began.
A short conversation rapidly established the following
- She had a young baby who needed prescription medicine
- She had a restraining order against husband
- She had a steady job as a technician
- She believed in/had been taught about/ and loved Jesus.
- She needed cash. $40, if at all possible. She could pay us back on Wednesday。
“Do you live in our building?” I asked.
“Notheonenextdoordownthestreet” she responded.
“Who manages your building?” I asked.
“IdontknowmygroupofRussiansfoundthisapartmentforme” she answered.
I was in a generous mood, so I agreed. “Just bring me a photo ID like a driver’s license, and show me where you live” I said, and I would write her a check. “Okayokaythankyou” said the short, fat, Russian woman. “Iwillcomerightbackwiththerentralagreement.”
She never did. I regretted not getting a picture.