“Please, don’t do this. Please, don’t throw me out. Please. I like you. I like it here.”
Mani’s panic was evident as he chased after Alex through the cottage into the kitchen. Alex paused only once, to stoop to pick up a couple of garments he had dropped on the way. The few things he’d bought or given to the other man lay bundled in his arms.
“I don’t care. You can keep the clothes. I’ll give you some money. I just want you gone.”
Another two days had passed and Alex was at the end of whatever tether currently held his temper in restraint and his testicles from exploding. In the last two days, Mani’s English had developed admirably, so well, in fact, that Alex didn’t believe for a minute that the guy was some foreigner lost in a storm. The new arrival surely bleached his hair, he surely
