A Man's Home, a Shamboes

william's home sat near the river thames in chiswick, on a street of discreet, interlocking town houses. There were two separate living rooms on the ground floor, and a large, messy kitchen that spilled out into a glass conservatory. On the upper floors, there were six bed sthere were cats lurking beneath the beds. William surveyed me the same way my father looked at sheep at the wool market. He assessed my broad shoulders, my concave stomach, with its line of fair hair blooming from the waistband of my boxer shorts. You're awful pale, he said. But he was dead faced, so i didn't know if it was a good or