January 28 2010
“Can I talk to you?” the super asked over his cell phone.
“Sure,” I said, waiting for him to say something.
“No, not on the phone. It’s too risky.”
“Huh?” I thought he was kidding, but realized he wasn’t.
“You didn’t shred these,” he looked at me accusatorily as he handed over a fistful of rumpled pages he’d pulled from my trash.