His words are measured, his tone calm, but I can sense the inflexibility beneath.
When the topic of new tenants comes up, I see my chance.
“If we’re adding more people, shouldn’t we address the pest issue first?” I interject, my voice steady but soft.
He pauses, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face, but he doesn’t dismiss me outright.
“The gecko helps,” I add, almost as an afterthought, but it’s the crux of my argument.
Silence follows, the room’s atmosphere thick with unspoken judgments.
My uncle’s eyes narrow slightly, but he nods, a small concession.
“We’ll see,” he says, a noncommittal response, yet it feels like a small victory.
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