Twenty-one

Iris Miller

I couldn’t believe him. He had wanted me to do the fellowship, fine. The thing that I wasn’t fine with was that he expected me to sleep with him, in his room. I wasn’t going to have my own, private space. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I had shouted at him when he told me. “Just because I’m your mate, I don’t get my own space?”

“Well, it’s not exactly like we have the room,” he told me.

“What were you planning on ...