This apartment complex used to be part of a college dorm, E said as he walked around the couch. When the institution went under, the dorms got converted into low rent housing. This has resulted in some kindof odd hitchups in the layout. My ‘suite’ is actually three dorm rooms that have been linked together.
He pointed to one door. That’s my bedroom. He then gestured to one on the opposite wall. And that’s my kitchen. All three rooms have one wall connected to the hallway, but the hallway doors in the kitchen and bedroom have been bricked over.
Ean crossed his arms. And, yeah: I know what you’re thinking. I’m missing something important.
He opened the front door of the living room and pointed down the hall. That’s the bathroom. It’s communal to the hall. He closed the door and chuckled wryly. Did I mention this place used to be a college dorm? And that it was cheap?
Yes, he had mentioned those things. But he hadn’t mentioned why he’d never actually had to share that communal bathroom.
Oh, yeah, he said. That. Yeah, the petty gang violence scared off all my neighbors loooong ago.