I would rehearse how I would explain to him that we had no future together. Partly, this was because he often struck me as a case of arrested development. A man nearing thirty, still renting a room in a houseful of single women! Still experimenting with new professions, new avenues of enthusiasm! Why, merely getting through college had taken him six years, because he’d kept switching majors. Also, he was just as annoying a housemate as he’d ever been. No amount of nagging from the rest of us altered his behavior in the slightest.
