“Honestly?” I asked with a raised brow. “Yeah, honestly. Why did you invite a stranger into your home?” “Everyone is a stranger until you get to know them and I’d much rather be in my home where I know the precise location of every door, end table, cabinet, drawer, chair… you know, shit that would be tragic to run into or trip up on. The last thing I wanted was to make this night about me and my condition by stringing you along and having you perform tasks all night by helping do something as simple as find my way to my chair or to the restroom if my bladder filled.” “I…I
