Julietta / Julia
After breakfast, Mr. Sylvester accompanied me to Mr. Hayes’ house and paid him all his dues. I had no say in the matter. All the while, I stood like a truant schoolgirl watching them discuss me and my issues.
Later, I walked into my apartment in a dazed state. “I can stay here now. Thank you for clearing the debt, Mr. Sylvester.” I smiled with relief, but it was short-lived.
“No. You won’t live in this matchbox. Pack up whatever you have.” I rushed inside in a state of confusion.
“I’m used to living in a matchbox. Really!” But he wasn’t listening.
“Jesus!” he muttered as he made his way through Fiona’s mess in the living area. She was our fifth flatmate who slept in the living room. “How many of you live here?”
“Umm, five.” I walked into the cramped bedroom I us
