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“What the b****y hell’s going on, Jinxie? Ya taking in strays and lodgers now? When I said you should get a pet, I didn’t mean a scraggly git like that dodgy bloke.”
I took a breath. “First of all, my house, my rules.”
“The guy’s a drunk.”
“The guy has a name. It’s Reggie. And just because he takes a drink doesn’t make him a drunk.”
“Oh yeah? And who’s Reggie when he’s at home? Or your home, I should say.”
“I found him camping out in my attic. He’s homeless.” I held up a hand before Conor could interrupt. “He’s been living here for a week already with no harm done.”
“’Cept drinking my whiskey.”
“For the record, it’s my whiskey. I bought it just the other day. And I asked him to do some repair work on my house.”
“And how long is he staying?”
“I don’t know. But enough about Regg
