“So you’re the famous housemate,” said one. “We’ve heard so much about you.” “Was any of it good?” he asked. “Not a word.” “Oh, I am relieved. I wouldn’t want her telling lies on my account.” I flexed my shoulder blades, forcing the tension out. He was an anachronism, a puzzle, a piss-take, a problem, but he was, above all things, a charming man. In every century, they make themselves at home.
