‘It’s not perfect at all.’ ‘It’s all yours,’ I said. ‘It’s just me and my dad at home, but he’s… well, we stay out of each other’s way most of the time.’ ‘Fair enough,’ Suze said, with a nod that suggested she knew what I was talking about. She sat down on the floor next to the bed. Not wanting to discuss my father, I changed the subject. ‘So, I’m guessing you’re not supposed to live here,’ I said, sitting down next to Suze. The carpet was rough under my thighs, so I lifted them up and rested my arms on my knees. Suze opened the tiny bag she wore and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. She offered one to me and I shook my head. ‘I knew some guys who lived here,’ she said with the cig clasped in her lips as she hunted in her bag for matches. ‘What sort of guys?’ I asked, though I knew what kind of men lived in squats in Soho. ‘Druggie guys?’ Suze lit her cigarette and smiled a vague smile at me. ‘Just guys,’ she said. ‘They moved on and I stayed.
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