“Yes, I need help, I’m 86 years old. Could you come put my air conditioner into my window?” comes a crackly voice.
“Excuse me? The association doesn’t do that kind of thing maam.” I explain.
“But it needs to go in there. And there is a bar that is broken too, could you fix that?” she asks.
I take her name and number, call her local city hall in Dureya, PA.
“Why didn’t she call one of her daughters?” asks the secretary.
“I’m not sure,” I explain “I’m just a little worried about her well being at this point. Could you send someone over?”
“And who are you?” she asks “Why would she call you?”
I have no answers to this question… but perhaps she was meant to call so I could get her help… we may never know.
Book of Jamez 
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