• Death is a Roommate pt 3

    Olivia hounded me for Scott’s phone number. I couldn’t figure out how to tell her he didn’t have a phone. Or, if he did, I had no idea what the number was. Because he must have some way of communication with that watch that had appeared out of nowhere at the dinner party. I couldn’t…

  • Death is a Roommate 2

    Scott moved in the next day. Well, I say moved in, but he arrived the next morning with one small suitcase and a large bag slung over one shoulder. And apparently that was all he needed because he didn’t make a second trip and he never mentioned anything about having anything else. But I suppose…