टैग: carpet

Paulette said it was pigeons at first. That scratching under the sash window at two in the morning, claws on lead flashing, the kind of sound you get used to in old terraces. She told me this over…

"—and I told her it's just a stain, Denise, everyone's got a stain like that on a rented carpet, it doesn't mean anything." Marion says this over the rim of her mug, not looking at me. We're at her…