Roy

Too long

Tramgirl has been hiding out. For no particular reason she tells me, however I know her too well to know that there has been something on her mind.
"So where have you been?" I asked her as we sipped on a beautiful single malt.

"I've just been thinking......" Tramgirl got up and poured herself a neat whiskey.
"Thinking?"

"Yep" Tramgirl looked me in the eye as if to say, don't even dare.
But here's the thing, I do dare and I will every time. If she lives in my house I must know.

"You know, the thing with you is that you think too much about me thinking." She said looking at the ice in her glass.

She was right, I did think a lot about what she thought, she intrigued me, it wasn't every day that my flat mate was a cartoon character.

"Here's what I think about...." She said as she sat up tall in her chair.

"I think about everything, how I'm sitting, how I'm breathing, if people like me, if I like people. Mostly I don't, it takes a lot to enjoy people, which is why I've been hiding out. "
On saying that Tramgirl stood up, looked me in the eye and said, "I'm not ready to be around you. I've got more alone time."

And she left. Nailed up her doors and put on Concrete Blonde very loud.

I'll see how she is tomorrow.