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Living with Christopher wasn’t quite as strange as I expected
The aparth that we didn’t need to share much space He had the uest bathrooet in each other’s way in thefood wasn’t a problerocery store once a week and purchased the bare essentials, but dirty dishes never piled up in the sink because neither one of us used them
Of course, Christopher brought women back to the apartment often When they first looked atme as a threat But once Christopher explained I was his poor sister who needed to shack up with him, they actually cracked a smile
But other than that, everything was fine
I didn’t need a driver to take me to work because my office was just two blocks away Calloway didn’tthere, especially since Christopher had to head that direction anyway So I had someone to keep me company on the short journey
I came home after work one afternoon to find Christopher on the couch, placing a cold beer on a coaster He was still in his collared shirt and tie, his jacket hanging over the back of the couch “Hey”
“Yo” He didn’t take his eyes off the TV “How are the stinky homeless people?”
I set my purse on the counter and pulled out my phone “Christopher, don’t call them that”
“What?” he asked “It’s not like it’s untrue”
“But even so”
“We were stinky homeless people once upon a tih he didn’t seem truly interested in it
I dropped the conversation because it was pointless anyway “Hoork?”
“Good Stocks are high I’”
I’d never cared for his profession or tried to understand it It was far too mathematical and unpredictable for me to truly care about I’d always been interested in the behaviors of people and society, notmoney
I grabbed theanything foraddress to this apartment so I didn’t have to head to my post office box all the time If Hank really wanted to bother me, he could come here My bat would love to say hello
I slipped offafter a long day of walking around my office
“How’s Prince Char?”
“I don’t knoho you’re referring to” I eyed the TV, seeing a cartoon Christopher was a grown ent, but he still acted like a child Since neither one of us had really had a childhood, I didn’t give him shit for it
“Oh, come on Yes, you do”