My last week at Manon’s place has already started. I feel like I have my habits here, and yet I haven’t been staying there for so long. I can’t say that the routine has already settled down since my roommate surprises me a little more every day. Like this morning, when he snuck into my bed for the most pleasant awakening.
Now, he’s in the shower while I finish getting ready to go to work on the estate. I’m looking for the pair of sandals I must have misplaced somewhere in the hall when I got home yesterday.
A cell phone is ringing. I know it’s Manon’s on the coffee table just a few feet away from me, and the number displayed is unknown. I wouldn’t allow myself to answer for him, so I let it ring until I hear Manon yelling at me through the bathroom door:
“Can you answer, please?”
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