The more I cleaned my side of the apartment, the angrier they became and the more they ignored me. When I recognized this pattern, I tested it. Sure enough: when I didn’t have time to clean, they were friendly. When I kept everything sparkling clean, they were distant. When I kept at it, they said we would have to end the arrangement. I don’t want to know why. The last time I visited them, their place was uninhabitable. To each his own.
