when I entered, he jumped off the sofa
demanded to know "why do you have the key?
who are you? I know everyone who lives- "
Erin, rat on shoulder, sauntered in
from the kitchen to him
"It's cool. She lives here."
"Top of the stairs, on the right."
"Sherrie and her boyfriend are using it now."
"Are you *staying*? he asked.
I nodded. "I'll go clear them out" he offered,
and took stairs two at a time.