The room reeks. There’s precious little in it, but what there is has all picked up the sour smell.
Michael pulls her clothes, such as they are, out of the wardrobe, pushing them into a large black plastic bag. She only took basic jeans and tee-shirts and a couple of warmer tops when she left… as much as would fit into a large rucksack. But the clothes, few as they are, are all foul with the smell of the room. A tee-shirt hanging at the back shows signs of the black mould that covers much of the ceiling and walls.
“Faugh…” He crinkles his nose in disgust. “The landlord should be hauled in front of the courts… lose whatever he’s got that passes for a licence…. I’ll drop these off at a launderette, get them cleaned and pressed for her.”
Faugh“Don’t bother,” I say. “They’ve had it. Throw th
