At the beginning of this month, Frank the barber stopped by our apartment for a brief, yet depressing conversation about Mark. As you know, Mark went missing back in March, within days of depositing our March rent. April came and went and there was no sign of Mark, even after several phone calls, a few texts, a visit to his house, and a wellness check from the police. Instead, my April rent check was in no-man's land, still not having been deposited come May.
As a precaution, Rachel and I went to my bank and had the April rent check cancelled and opened a second checking account just for our rent. Within hours of us arriving home, Frank stopped by to inform us that he stopped by Mark's house and spoke to Mark's sister. A few days earlier, Mark died in a hospital in Delaware of pneumonia.
After learning this news, our neighbor John's initial reaction was, "did they find the key to the washer?" I kid you not. Glad to know the man is so overly sensitive to the fact that our landlord died.
As for what happens next, I'm not quite sure. The future of our apartment seems uncertain, especially since Mark's sister went back to Denver (where she lives) and his accountant will be handling the affairs of the building until further notice.
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