I Let a Homeless Man Stay One Night and Came Home to a Different Apartment

to the stop. Derek was awake when I went through the living room, sitting on the couch, already dressed, the blanket folded in a precise rectangle on the cushion beside him.

“The door sticks when you lock it,” he said, as I was pulling on my coat. “I can look at it.”

“You can leave,” I said, not unkindly. “But yes, it sticks. Has for months.”

I went to continue reading …