“Get up and get out! Who are you and what are you doing in my bed?" She grabbed a pillow and hit him over the head.
“Your bed? Who are you to tell me to get out? This house belongs to my grandmother, including the bed. I know that I have a right to be here and have the key. So who are you?"
“Grandmother? Just get out. Now! I am renting the room from Beatrice," she added with more pillow hits.
“Hey! Stop. It's more my business than yours. Just let me get dressed and I'll be out of here."
“The sooner the better." She tossed the pillow back on the bed.
“If you don't believe me, just go downstairs and wake my grandmother just so you can have peace of mind, if you must. Or, you could take my word for it, let me leave, and sort everything out in the morning."
He hopped about, pu
