I don’t have only one roommate, whatever my landlady might think. Even I didn’t know I was getting two until I moved in and beheld Freddie glaring at me from his perch on the saucer chair.
I was pretty fine with it, at first. I mean, he doesn’t talk much. He doesn’t make a mess, or hog the bathroom. I barely even noticed that he was there.
…Until Shu went to work and left me alone with him.
Sometimes, when I am loading the clothes washer, I realize that the very clothes I’m wearing should probably be washed. You know the situation; there’s no one else home…and there’s no hurry to regain a socially accepted level of clothed-ness.
Which goes a long way to explaining why I freaked out so very much when I caught sight of Freddie watching me from the living room. After that first half second of panic my rational mind asserted itself and I realized that it was only the tape man. But before that? It might as well have been this guy:
So in the interest of staving off grey hairs I picked Freddie up, plopped him on Shu’s bed and closed her door.
Let her deal with her creepy friend.