TWENTY-THREE
Freddie stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips and looked around Vivian’s studio apartment.
“b****y hell, this looks worse than my place,” he said.
Vivian remained by the door, as if too frightened to venture any further into her own apartment. “I’m scared. What if they come back?”
“You can’t stay here tonight, love.”
Vivian looked at Freddie. “Excuse me? What do you mean, I can’t stay here? This is my apartment. I live here, okay? What am I supposed to do, go to a motel or something?”
“Come stay with me tonight.”
Vivian stared at Freddie. “You?”
“Blimey, I’m not that bad, am I?”
“Why am I gonna stay with you?”
“Because you never get a wink of sleep in this mess, that’s why. And you said it yourself – what if they come back?”
“I’ll be fine,” Vivi
