Chapter 9: Horace
Horace got back inside his home. He peeked into the living room to double-check that he wasn’t imagining things. Nope, there she was, Acedia, snoring softly, the blanket up to her waist, TV still playing.
What was he going to do with her? He didn’t really believe their story but he didn’t have the heart to kick her out. Did she wanna move in?
Horace wouldn’t mind that, he definitely had the space to spare and needed the cash. But could she even afford anything?
Acedia looked like the apotheosis of that lazy friend you had at university, the one bumming all your cigarettes, crashing on your couch, eating all your leftover pizza.
The one who inserted himself like a leech into your life until things got too serious to ignore and you had to cut him off rudely.
He put th
