Tara turned at the whisper.<br/>"Excuse me?" she inquired, stifling the panic at allowing someone to sneak up on her. "Can I help you?" she asked the man who was looking expectantly at her. The TV announcer was energetically describing statistics for New Orleans crime.Something about smuggling illegal aliens in.<br/><br/>The man, must be a tenant, she thought,the man just smiled and waved her question aside. He asked for recommendations for food. Tara directed him up the street and to the left for good Italian food .<br/><br/>"It is just across the street and it is easy to miss, they don't have up a good sign." she said. "But let your nose lead the way, you can't miss the heavenly pizza aroma."<br/><br/>He nodded and left the front door. the bell jangling long after the door closed.