The Bedsit
The Bedsit A Short Story By Maryanne Peters "I have good news," he said. "There is still no room at my place, but you can at a bedsit just down the hall from us. And better still the rent is minimal." Harry seemed pleased with himself. "What's the catch?" I asked. London was a hard place to find anything, let alone in his location. "Well, the room is already occupied, so storage space is limited," said Harry. "But the tenant is away for an extended period. Your rent...