“Hey, honey,” said Marjerie, peering over at their landlord’s wilting flowers. “Should we check on Ms. Gene?”
“She’s probably visiting grandkids,” said Tobias.
“But the flowers…”
“Not our problem,” said Tobias.
“Not our problem,” said Tobias when, while watching TV, their ceiling thunked.
When a few days later a brown spot started growing on their ceiling, Tobias left Ms. Gene an irate voicemail. “This is her problem.”
During dinner, something from the ceiling started plopping into their soup. Before Tobias could say a word, the ceiling broke and the maggoted body crashed into the dining table.
