Mari lugs two heavy suitcases into the office and heaves them into the corner. “Where’s yours?” she asks me.

I point to a half-filled garbage bag.

“That’s all you got?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

She’s the neighbor from hell. Hammers bang, boards pop, saws buzz like electric migraines. She is adding on, which probably means she’s invited another ex to move in. Another mistake, another room.