She frowned. What sort of weird person would go around collecting things like spatulas and bras? And why would they keep them like a collection? It was an uncomfortable idea. Had this person gone through her things? If that were true, that would mean they would know about her wigs. What if they took one for the room? And what sort of person kept a secret collection in a room right off the lobby? That seemed like a really bad hiding place to her.
"There has to be a landlord. I mean, we totally pay rent. It has to go somewhere. Someone has to take it, right?" If it just disappeared into thin air she was going to be so mad. It wasn't really her money, and she hadn't worked for it like most people have to, but her family had. It was the principal of the thing that was important.
"That room sounds really creepy." She took another swing. This one barely connected with the ball and so she made little progress. It didn't matter, it wasn't like they were keeping score anymore.