“Seven years? Year round?” Surely, he couldn’t live here all the time.
“Yeah. Og and I moved in here over Christmas seven years ago.” He patted the dog and started to get up. “I think it’s time for bed. You can take the sofa.”
Bed?Aiden looked around; he couldn’t see a bed anywhere. “Erm…okay. Where will you sleep?”
The man raised one eyebrow as he looked at Aiden. “Upstairs.”
“Oh.” Aiden hadn’t seen any stairs, but then he hadn’t moved much since he’d been placed on the sofa.
“The bathroom is through there—2rdquo; he pointed to a door oldquo;—though I wouldnIrsquo;t suggest using it unless you really have to. Ivrsquo;ve put a bucket of water next to it, in case you need to flush, but otherwise…rrdquo; The man nodded towards the door.