Chapter 19: Facts and Suppositions
Vale Inn and Pub, Night
Leslie came out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand and dressed only in his black socks and striped undershorts. Edward lay in bed, propped up on pillows, deeply engrossed in his spy thriller. He turned a page and went on reading.
Leslie plopped down at the foot of the bed and stared at him.
“What?” Edward asked.
“Why do you always take the best side?”
“Best side of what?”
“The bed.”
“Last time I looked, there were two sides. Didn’t know one was better than the other,” Edward said without glancing up from his book.
“Look at all that room you’ve got.” Leslie pushed himself up and walked to the door, then counted off the distance back to Edward. “See what I mean? You could practically skate on your side, while on mine, I hav
