Page 81 of Property of Bob

“Because you’re staying here.”

“Ashland.”

“Ramona.”

Her eyes narrowed.

I leaned back in the chair.

She pointed toward the window. “My RV.”

“What about it?”

“I can sleep there.”

“Okay.”

Her eyebrows lifted. She clearly hadn’t expected me to give in that easily. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Great.” She moved to grab her duffel bag.

“I’ll sleep there too.”

Her mouth dropped open.

I smiled.

“You can’t,” she insisted.

“Then you’re sleeping here.”

“You are not sleeping in my RV.”

“Why?”

“Because you just got out of the hospital.”

“So?”

“So you need an actual bed.”

“Then I guess you’re sleeping in it with me.”

She stared at me.

I stared right back.

“Why are you being like this?” she asked.

“Like what?”

“Impossible.”

“Been this way a long time,” I rasped.

“I noticed.”