“Is that the issue here? That you don’t know me?” His eyes bulged. “Uhm, yes? You are a stranger. I can’t live in a stranger’s house. Do you know who does that, who allows that? Crazy people!” My eyebrow quirked. “Are you calling me crazy?” “Yes.” He nodded. “You are a head trip. You bring me here, and the minute I ask a question or two, you get prickly and tell me to leave.” He sat up straighter. “So, I left, and you’re pissed about that too.”
