“This is the application you filled out for Mr. Sanchez?”

“It certainly is,” she said.

While Henry leafed through the rental agreement, I ran an eye down the application, which included their prior address. I made a mental note of the house number and street: 1122 Lily Avenue. Joseph’s employer was the Perdido Community Development Department, which more or less corresponded to Edna’s claim that he’d worked for the city before his retirement. Under Spouse’s Employer, Edna had written N/A, meaning “Not Applicable.”

“We paid first and last months’ rent and a cleaning deposit. The receipt’s right there on top.”

I handed the page back to Henry, who was saying, “Anyone can mock up a carbon copy of a receipt. Where is this Mr. Sanchez?”

“Well, I’m sure I don’t know.”

“Well, where do you send your rent checks if you don’t know where he is?”

“We do it by direct deposit.”

Henry was losing patience. “It might be best if we spoke to him before we go on. Do you have his phone number?”

“I suppose we have one somewhere, but we haven’t had the need to get in touch.”

This is where I opened my big mouth. Even in the moment, I knew it was ill-advised, but I couldn’t help myself. “There isn’t any Calvin Sanchez. This house is owned by Dale and Trish Adelson.”

“Be that as it may,” she said, “we’ve lived here for three months. We’re good neighbors. I don’t see how anyone can have a complaint.”

“How about the complaint that you’re in this house illegally?”

She flicked a dark look at me. “I didn’t realize you were an attorney, dear. Are you licensed to practice law in this state?”

“I don’t need a law degree. I have a degree in common sense. If you can show us an agreement with the Adelsons’ signatures on it instead of your imaginary Mr. Sanchez, we’ll concede the point.”

“The point isn’t yours to address one way or the other,” she said primly.

“You want the Adelsons to fly out?”

“That’s up to them. We’re not hurting anyone. We’re looking after the property. We live here in exchange for upkeep and maintenance.”

“You can’t just do that unilaterally. The Adelsons haven’t agreed to anything.”

“If your Mr. and Mrs. Adelson want us out of here, they’ll have to evict us.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” I said snappishly. Henry gave me a warning look, but it was too late for that.

Edna said, “To date, no one has served us with a notice of any kind. If you do serve such a notice, we will contest it. It’s clear you’re retaliating because of a misunderstanding about a hose bib, of all things. You’re discriminating against us because of our age and my poor husband’s disability.”

Henry said, “This has nothing to do with Joseph’s disability. Your occupancy is unlawful.”

“So now you’re citing the law? Well, let me cite one for you as well. We are tenants, and as such, we are not without our rights. Even if your Mr. and Mrs. Adelson win a judgment, we’d be entitled to remain on the premises because of hardship. We qualify for low-income housing.”