Deal or No Deal
This is Part 3 of a three part story by Nina Camp. Read Part 1 and Part 2. The locksmith was a lean, twenty-something guy. He arrived on time and stood quietly outside our apartment door after I buzzed him into the building. Soft-spoken, with kind eyes, he brought a moment of problem-solving stability into my home. Alex was out. He’d decided he didn’t care what I did with the door, as long as I paid for it. A few weeks had passed since the screening of the Somebody Feed Phil (Tel Aviv) debacle, and I’d recalibrated. I was now in, “You got this, girl” mode. After tinkering, the locksmith showed me the problem. It was the spindle. It looks like a thick screw, but with four flat sides and... Read more...
