“Okay.” I nod, noting to make sure I don’t lose my key fob once I actually receive it. I’m wondering if it was sent to Barrett’s place.

Todd departs and I take in the small entryway. It’s freshly painted and has new hand railings on the stairs. There’s also a heavy-duty all-weather rug and a plant in a yellow pot in the corner by the mailboxes. I throw the garment bag over my arm and head for the stairs.

Upstairs, the changes continue. New paint, floors refinished, updated light fixtures overhead. When I get to my apartment door, I have to check the number because the doors are all freshly painted and the tiny heart engraving below the peep hole isn’t there anymore. The black doors are modern and nice, but I do miss seeing that heart engraving.

I look around again before using my apartment key that by some miracle still works. I thought my landlord was going to get rid of the mice, not redo the entire building. The key works, but the lock is firm now, no jiggling in a precise way required.

On the other side of the door, I find more changes. My belongings are there, but they’ve been rearranged, likely due to the fact that the floors and wall paint are new in here, too. The brick wall looks less crumbly, I’m not sure what has been done to remedy that. The light fixture overhead is new…it has a ceiling fan now. The most startling change is the tiny window in the front isn’t tiny anymore. It’s large and takes up the upper half of the wall. It also seems quieter; did they add more insulation? Or maybe that’s the result of a window that is properly sealed. There’s no sign of Ralph, either.

I’m in shock. The place looks great. But more surprising is that according to Todd, it’s been complete for weeks, yet I’ve heard nothing from my landlord or from Barrett.

I pull up her number and hit the call button.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Chloe Anderson in apartment 2B on 116th Street.”

“Hi, Chloe. How are you? How is everything with the apartment?” She sounds eager to please.

“Good. I was wondering where my key fob was sent. I never got notice that the apartment was ready.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I was certain I sent everything to you. I double checked multiple times.”

“Okay. Can you verify where it was delivered?” I ask.

“Yes, let’s see. It was delivered on July 10th to the temporary address on file.”

“Was it signed for?” I ask, wondering if maybe it got lost in transit. I really don’t want to pay fifty dollars for a new key fob.