A tenant had a friend that stayed for the night who wasn’t probably used to other people in her near acquaintance.  The door to my brother’s former room opened and the guest began petting my dog, Max and uttering traditional dog baby talk.  She suddenly stopped, and mildly stunned faced panned through the door gap to look up and see me sitting at my desk mercing bitchs.  The door closed quickly.  Moments later, the door opened and she walked to the rest room wearing a grey t-shirt held to her knees with a force of determination that’d make most bull riders jealous.  Normally I have to open my mouth to make people feel awkward.