“I never saw someone enjoy the rain quite as much as Roger. I suppose the sooner he finishes painting the Apartment the sooner Henrietta will be rid of him. I think he’s wise to her game, so he’s content to play a game of his own.” -Yves Mannon

Roger resides on the Fifth Floor: Room E2.

The Vignettes

Madam Guenier is suddenly seized by one of her tenants Roger Brouillet.

“I have wonderful news I've finally painted the side of the apartment while you were gone for business today as a surprise!”

“Oh, you have, it's about time after all I've been waiting...” She chided Roger allowing him to take her by the arm and guide her down the sidewalk.

“I know you have, which is why I've decided to make it a surprise.” He retorted.

“It's not often the weather permits...” She parried in kind.

“I agree...!” He exclaimed with enthusiasm.

“Or that you have time...” Her gaze shifted to his unusual jubilation.

“To that I also agree...!” He continued as if nothing was amiss.

A moment of tension hung in the area before Henrietta's face slowly contorted to a sneer as she took the corner seeing the side of her apartment painted to a dismal black. “Nice huh, you like...?” Roger asked, nodding with enthusiasm. To which Henrietta turned and walked away in a huff... Roger shrugged his shoulders and remarked to himself. “Looks like rain tomorrow...” He grinned to himself headed to the local cafe for a drink.

Roger Brouillet reluctantly steps into the ring, his body covered with pillows that were tied to him with a series of ropes. "I don't know why the hell I ask for this punishment."

Turning to the tenants present who wanted to see some entertainment, he saw them happily drinking their beer and taking bites of their sandwiches.

"How the hell is this supposed to train Yves to fight a wrestler anyway?!"

Bernardo Labroso who stood on the ring apron shrugged his shoulders feigning ignorance. "How does anything help anything friend?!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Sabastian Percle served as the bell man and tapped the bell. Yves Mannon stepped forward in a fighting stance slowly approaching Roger, who backed himself in the corner.

"Yves... we're good friends right... right Yves?"

The men groaned and grimaced but continued their lunch feast while feathers drifted into the air along with the sounds of painful groans.

"Not every day you see a giant chicken get beat..." Pascal Hurteau said before taking a swig of his beer, then scrunched his face in disapproval. "Say, Rog has a point how is this supposed to help?"

Philippe Navarre cheerful laughed responding.

"Who cares?!"

"Roger, if I don't see this Apartment painted by the time I return from my vacation you'll be evicted! I'm tired of your empty promises and excuses, there's plenty of people that can serve me better at any rate."

Roger Brouillet nervously swallowed as he read the letter that had been slid under his door.

"She wouldn't evict me... should couldn't...!"

After a second thought he assuredly nodded to himself admitting. "...She would... she wouldn't hesitate in fact."

Roger paced back and forth in his Apartment thinking of what to do. He had never finished painting the apartment as agreed, because he knew if he did Henrietta would have no use for him, and soon be rid of him anyway, perhaps by raising the rent until he could no longer afford to live there. He considered.

"There has to be solution... there must!" He gripped the letter tightly in his hand...

Then his ear perked, and he tilted his head much like a dog to hear the sound of a familiar Italian voice singing down on the street below.

He smiled broadly to see the often out of work Garelli DeMarciano with his dog making his way towards the Apartment entrance. "I believe I have found my solution."