He squashed himself against the doorpost and she had to squeeze past him. Just a little bit too close to Louise’s perimeter fence. He smelled of drink and cigarettes and looked as if he’d been up all night, which was not as unattractive as it should have been. You wouldn’t kick him out of your bed. If you weren’t married, that is, and he weren’t married, and there weren’t an outside chance that he’d somehow done away with his wife. Crazy talk, Louise.
