My new housemate raises a leg to scratch his backside as he turns his attention to whatever show he's watching. This entire mess is all thanks to the plastic floozy in the window downstairs.
"I'm living with a man I don't know," I murmur, mostly to myself. Then louder to him, "Did you say your name's Spider? Like the bug?"
His fork stops mid-air. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," Priya answers for him, her voice sharp. "This is Spider."
I inhale deeply. I would have preferred an infestation of the actual arachnids over this slob. At least they're tidy.
"How long have you been living here, Spider?" I resent the stupid nickname as soon as it leaves my mouth. How would someone acquire that nickname? Does he have a talent for scaling walls or something?
He sets the saucepan down. "Woman, you gon
