Renting a Room
‘Scott! The damn toilet’s plugged again.’ Valerie’s shout carried from the third floor to the kitchen, where Sharon and I were having a first cup of coffee. I wandered out to the foot of the stairs. ‘That’s it, Valerie, I warned you the last time. Your indoor plumbing days are over.’ Seconds later, the hard body landed on my back and a hand grabbed away the coffee. ‘I am reporting you to the city this very morning. Tenants can’t be treated like this!’ She perched on the counter, helping...