“You want me to go into the basement, like this?” Replied Vanessa.
“Oh, come now!” Said Miss Espinoza, sharply. “A disheveled appearance is nothing compared to being evicted from your first apartment. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I suppose, so,” answered Vanessa.
Ms. Espinoza glanced at Vanessa’s apartment door for a brief moment, pondering an inexorable consequence with her absence. As a precaution, a safeguard needed to exist to obstruct a possible deception from Vanessa. That is when Ms. Espinoza rummaged into her pocket to attain a large set of keys.
“I cannot, in good conscious, trust your veracity in this circumstance.”