Most people who come to the Inn Roomshare do not stay very
long or complain about the strange noises they heard in the
middle of the night. Bob constantly complains about how rude
everyone is to him at the Inn: they constantly walk past him
without a nodd, a hello or goodybe and have walked in on him in
the bathroom. Bob has never asked for much. He was 18 when he
left home for good and joined the army and 4 years. He has been a
loner most of his life since then. People noted seeing a handsome
sailor man who walked the streets dressed up in his blue uniform,
white hat and smoking a pipe, but no one ever stopped him to
start up a conversation.
Bob's only two friends he has slight tolerance for was an the
elderly next door neighbor Mrs. Cobblesmith who enjoyed listening
to Bob's stories and his former Stuart hefty sized James Harrison
who he goes fishing with from time to time.
When Bob and James went to fishing one early summer morning Bob
complained about his housemates.
"All of these roommates hate me and I don't know what I did to
deserve any of it. I mean I just ask for a simple acknowledgement
of my existence. Is it hard to say hello when you are clearly
saying it to the guy standing next to me? Is it hard to knock on
the bathroom door when you clearly hear the shower on or that I
am in fact in the bathroom?"
"Don't you lock the door?" James asked.
"I do but that never matters. They obviously had a key because
they still manage to open it. I am taking a whiz and this beast
lady Kristen just walks in on me last week, so I yelled and she
nearly had a heart attack on the floor. Then she slams the door
and re- knocks on it. I say "I'm still in here," as if it wasn't
apparent enough. And last month Edith's husband Joe walked in on
me in the shower. Hello! naked man here!!!"
James laughs out loud and throws his line in the water.
"It was humiliating. Why are you laughing about it?"
"I'm not laughing at you, Bob. Well yeah actually I am."
"Thanks ... laugh it up all you want. I have to live with these
retards. Last week Edith was eating Ferro Rochers in the kitchen
and kept flicking them on the floor. I am always cleaning up
after her. She is slob."
"You make it so more dramatic than it is."
"I do not! Mrs. Cobblestone listens to me all the time and agrees
they are annoying vultures."
"That's because she is just as dramatic as you and also senile on
top of it."
Bob went back to picking at the fishing line. It just seemed to
be getting more and more knotted up and he frowned in
concentration, shifting his weight to avoid cramping his
"James? Why do people fall out?"
James was used to Bob's complaints and questions; he's listened
to them for years on and off while he was in the navy and when
they worked together giving people tours on their ship: The
Minnouette. Bob really wasn't a difficult or nagging person; he
just never had luck meeting people that he didn't find a fault
in. But this was a new one. Or perhaps not quite new, but a
variation on a theme. Well, several themes. Bob could never keep
to just one. But he knew that being ignored was one of the
biggest pet peeves of his. He really just wanted a friend.
"Why do people fall out?" James repeated, turning to his
little buddy. "You mean, why do they argue?"
Bob was sitting cross legged on the sand trying to untangle a
mess of fishing line that he'd somehow gotten all snarled up
while carrying two fishing poles down to the lagoon.
"No I mean why do they fall out of their hammocks." Bob said in
his natural sarcastic tone he's used many times before. "Yeah I
meant why do they argue over dumb things all the time?"
James looked down at the innocent face upturned towards him,
sunlight causing those guileless blue-green eyes to close
slightly against its fearsome mid afternoon glare.
"For a number of reasons."
"Well, like..." James scratched his head under his cap. Why
couldn't he think of anything right now?
"You'd think if two people liked each other they wouldn't fall
out," Bob went on, picking at the spaghetti mess of nylon twine
with his fingernails.
"You would think that." James nodded. "But, it's not as easy as
that," he said. "Usually it starts with something as simple as a
difference of opinion. Say for instance...oh, I don't know. Say I
told you your shirt was red."
Bob looked down at his shirt. "But it isn't red, it's
"Exactly. But if I insisted it was red, and you insisted it was
black, or even green, and we both believed we were right."
"Green?" said Bob. "It sure isn't green." He stared at his shirt
"No, it isn't green. But if I told you it was, and I was
convinced, and I didn't back down."
"I'd think you were dumb," Bob muttered.
"Exactly! You'd think I was dumb, and then I'd think you were
"For saying it's blue, when it is?"
James smiled, circled his fingers in the air. "Exactly," he
"Why would you think I was dumb for telling the truth?" Bob was
very puzzled, and it showed. He began nervously twisting the
tangled fishing line.
"Because we would both think we were telling the truth, and
neither of us would want to admit we were wrong." James
"James?" Bob asked, peering suspiciously at his friend. "Do you
really think my shirt is red?"
"No, of course not. I can clearly see it's blue."
"Then you agree with me."
"In this instance, yes."
"So that's not a very good example of why people fall out."
"Well, it's the best I could do right now!" James insisted.
Bob sighed deeply.
"My roommates have the stupidest fights ever. It's either Kristen
fighting with Edith over the internet or cable not working or
it's Dominick yelling over who finished the orange juice last or
that no one wants to play Oblivion with him, whether that
"You were the one who finished it last time?"
"Yeah but they weren't even decent enough to blame me. They just
yelled at each other for an hour straight. I had to buy ear plugs
and when I finally ran down the stairs to tell them: "Hey
assholes, it was me who drank the orange juice and that's not the
worst of it. I drank it out of the carton too! Now stop your
yammering and let me sleep!"
"What did they say?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing.They disregarded my plea and
continued to yell at each other. I just want to make peace in the
house. And when we were having a blizzard, Edith comes sliding
into the kitchen like Tom Cruise in Risky Business and
declares: "what's it doing outside?"
"I replied back, "It's snowy."
Dominick obviously agreed it was a dumb remark to make at the
time. He added, "We're having a blizzard Edith."
"Oh." Edith shrugged. "Whose going to help me clean
my car off?"
"Maybe Dominick will after you buy him another carton of orange
juice." Kristen told her.
"I told you, you whacko I didn't drink it!"
"Yeah alright." Dom said.
"No one offered, so I was nice enough to clean it off for her and
she didn't even thank me. She kept asking who did it when clearly
she had to know it was me. I hate living in that house." Bob told
"Then why don't you leave?"
"Why should I leave when it is just such a beautiful place
despite my housemates ruining its splendor? I was here first. I
will be here last. It's close to the marina, to the waterfront
and the library. It's perfect." Bob picked up the fishing line in
both hands and pulled a face. "I think I've really messed this
up, James. I can't get it untangled. I don't even know how it got
tangled in the first place."
"Here," James said, reaching out a big, meaty hand. "Let me have
Bob thrust the mess at him. "Good luck," he muttered.
"Bob," He said, lifting the fishing wire in the air, "this line
is well and truly knotted. You got your pocketknife on
"Sure." Bob sat forward and pulled the pocketknife out of his
James showed him. "Cut it here, right at the middle. We'll try
and salvage as much of it as possible. Sometimes knots just fall
apart once you've gotten rid of the worst parts. No, Bob, that's
my finger. Here, the knot's here."
Bob worked his knife through the knots and slowly the two of them
managed to separate one line from the other. The lines were all
kinked and creased and twisted, but it was better than no lines
at all. On the sand sat the remnants of the knots that had stayed
defiantly twisted to the end. Those would be thrown away, of no
use to anyone.
"There!" Said James. "I'm glad that's over. Now maybe we can get
on with catching something for supper, or there'll be no end of
complaining from Mrs. Cobblesmith! She lives for the catch of the
Bob closed his knife and re-pocketed it.
"Remember Bob, when it comes to other people sometimes we're just
not as lucky to have someone that is willing to let bygones be
bygones. Instead of making yourself sick about your housemates
always fighting and not caring about your opinion - just let them
do their own thing. Maybe one day they will come around if not,
they aren't worth your time."
"I get it." Bob said.
That night after Bob came back from his fishing trip Dominick
complained about how cold it was in the house, Kristen was blow
drying her hair for an hour in the bathroom when everyone else
had to go to work and she didn't.
"Kristen other people live here." Dominick told her. "I need to
take a shower."
"I'm almost done." She told him.
"You said that 20 minutes ago. And you didn't have to go to work
today. It was your day off. Where are you going now at 8 at
"Don't worry about it. What are you my watch keeper?"
"Bitch? How long does it take to do your hair?" Dom asked.
"People have lives too you know."
Bob muttered under his breath and went into his room to call it a
night, "I agree. I just wish you'd realize I had one too."
At dinner Dominick and Kristen had a discussion about their
current housemate situation.
"Ms. Bleeker is going to be looking for a new roommate since both
Joe and Edith are gone. You realize this?"
"Good riddance." Dom complied. "I couldn't stand the witch or her
slob of a husband."
"I need someone reliable. I can't afford this place by myself."
"The only roomate that never has giving me a problem is Bob."
Bob almost choked up on his chicken. "What you say?"
"And that's because I never see him! He is always out sailing
supposedly, that is what the landlord said and is barely ever
bothering anyone. When she stated that we'd never see Bob she
wasn't joking." Dom said.
"Hey Dom I didn't know you cared." Bob returned.
Dominick didn't reply back to him just ate his own dinner.
"Bob must sneak in at night when everyone is asleep." Kristen
"Well I do -- sometimes." Bob chuckled. "But half the time I am
here and you barely notice. Like when I was going to the bathroom
"Edith's husband claimed that there was a man in the shower when
he went in - that's why he slid down the bannister in a hurry and
out the door in a towel." Kristen told Dom.
"Well it wasn't me." Dominick said. "I think I would remember
standing naked in front of another man."
"Yeah." Bob agreed.
"But whoever left that opossum in Edith's mattress was a genius.
I should have thought of that." Dom added.
"Maybe it was Bob."
Kristen and Dominick laughed together. Bob blushed. "Aww.
After they finished and Kristen cleaned the dishes, Dominick
stretched. "I am going to play Oblivion. You are free to join me
if you want."
Kristen looked at the game in disgust.
"Eh I hate board games."
"It's not a board game, Kristen." Dom told her.
"Whatever it is, no thanks."
"I'll play." Bob offered.
Dom shrugged. "Ok I guess it's just going to be me again like
Bob looked confused.
"But I just said I would play with you."
Dom got up from the table and went into his room.
"Your loss." He slammed his bedroom door.
Bob sulked in his chair in defeat.
"And I thought we actually were getting somewhere."
"It's only me Dominick and Kristen now. Edith left. I guess she
had enough of the place." Bob told James in the back yard.
"Edith left because you hid an opossum in her mattress while she
was sleeping and it scared the living day lights out of her."
James reminded him.
"Yeah well she deserved it."
"That's why you have had so many falling outs with your
housemates, Bob. You aren't the easiest person to live with.
That's the 2nd roomate to leave in a huff in a week." James
"Yeah well you try having people walk in on you all the time
while you in the bathroom or have differences of opinions all the
"Bob, opinions aren't bad. Everyone needs opinions. It's just
that, well, everyone has different opinions. And that's what
causes arguments." James rubbed his chin. "Okay, little buddy, I
hate to bring this up, but it's like when you say I'm fat. You
think I'm fat, but I think I'm just...well, that I have large
bones." He ignored Bob's muffled giggling. "And you keep saying
I'm fat, even when you know it upsets me and makes me mad. And
then sometimes I even think you do it on purpose, and that makes
me more mad. And then when you keep doing it, that's when we fall
Bob's eyes went wide. "We fall out? James, we don't fall out!
"Not when you call me fat, when I'm clearly not."
Bob cast his eyes over James's round frame. James fidgeted,
knowing he was under scrutiny, and that there was nothing worse
than being under Bob Scrutiny.
"Okay, maybe I'm not as skinny as you are," he muttered. "But
then, nobody is as skinny as you are."
Bob lifted his gaze. He looked wounded. "I'm not that skinny." He
flexed a small bicep, causing the fabric of his sleeve to barely
move. He plucked at his sleeve, poked at his arm.
"You're so skinny, you could fit your whole body into one of my
pants legs!" James told him.
"That's because you're so fat!"
Bob and James both chuckled to themselves.
"Don't get me started little buddy." James said back to him.
"You're lucky you have me to talk with you. You don't want to
have a falling out with your only friend."
"I'll still have Mrs. Cobbleskill and her dementia." Bob joked.
"If all else fails."
James nudged Bob in the gut gently to turn his attention
elsewhere. They both watched a young girl walk into the yard. She
looked around for a bit and then went to the front of the house.
"This must be the place." She replied to herself. She folded a
piece of paper with an address in her purse and knocked on the
"Hello? Is anyone home?"
The door opened slightly. She saw the shadow of a man in the
living room for a split second but then it disappeared.
"Hello? I am here for the room you are offering." She went to
walk into the living room but no one was there. "Oh." She
shrugged and then walked out the back door and stood in the yard.
"Well I guess no one is home. I'll come back later."
"Can I help you with something Missy?" Mrs. Cobbleskill was
sitting on her front porch knitting.
"Oh! Maybe you can." She walked up to her. "I've come to see the
room for rent next door. Maybe you know about this ad? I am
looking for Ms. Bleeker."
Mrs. Cobbleskill took the ad and looked it over. "Well you've
come to the right place, deary. I am interviewing for Ms. Bleeker
since she is on vacation. I'll show you the room if you don't
mind waiting for a minute or longer."
"Oh I don't mind at all."
"These legs don't work just quite as they used to. It happens
with old age. Don't get old."
"I'll try not to."
"You can call me Mrs. Cobbleskill. That's what everyone calls
"I'm Dessa Victoria, but everyone calls me Dessi."
"Very pretty and unusual name. My daughters name was Victoria
Marie. She lives in Maine now."
The girl looked at a For Sale sign in the woman's front yard.
"Are you selling your home?"
"Not that I am aware of." The old woman walked down her steps.
"I've been here for 30 years and I plan to stay 30 more if I
could live that much longer. Come. Come. I'll show you the room."
They walked together.
"This Inn has been around since I was a little girl. I've seen so
many people come and go and made a lot of good friends. Some
still reside here."
"What do you mean by reside? There is a room for rent? I
wouldn't want to intrude."
"Oh of course Dear. There are plenty of rooms for rent here."
They walked up the stairs. "Like this one for example."
They walked into a room that was furnished.
"Oh! It's furnished too?" Dessi looked thrilled.
"Yes they all come like that."
"And it has a desk and a tv and a bed? This is perfect."
"And the view. Wait till you see the view." She opened the blinds
up. "You can see the entire marina here and the sailboats come by
very frequently. I know two of the sailors. Bob Bobson and James
"Bob Bobson?" Dessi giggled. "His parents must love that name."
"Oh it is a family name. He lives here too, Bob that is. He sails
a lot though. I love his visits. I always look forward to them.
He is quite handsome and has such a deep sexy voice. But I am
obviously way too old for him."
"Well hopefully I will get to meet him." Dessi said. "Who else
"A man named Dominick and a woman named Kristen as of now. We had
two extra rooms because the other tenants left in a hurry. Bob
didn't really get a long too well with them."
"They are kind of uppity and not very gracious people. Not that
Dom or Kristen are any better. But it's nice to get a fresh face
to move in. You seem like the perfect fit."
"I really love this room." Dessi nodded.
"So will you take it?"
"Alright." Dessi agreed. It was an offer she could not refuse.
"Who was that girl?" Bob asked James as they took a walk.
"I don't know." James shrugged. "Why don't you ask Mrs.
Cobbleskill? She was talking to her. I think she showed her a
"She looked kind of young to be on her own." Bob replied.
"You were 18 when you left. You are 23 now."
"I know. She just seems younger than what we usually get looking
at this place. Everyone is over 30."
"Well I'm sure Mrs. Cobbleskill will be able to inform you of the
new tenant. Look she is waving us anxiously over."
"We have a new tenant! She is moving in tonight. She is perfect!"
"What's her name? What does she do?" James asked.
"She is a full time worker and writes on the side. Her name is
Dessa Victoria, but she prefers to be called Dessi. She's always
dreamed about living by the waterfront."
"What girl wouldn't want to live here?" Bob replied. "How old is
"Your age. 23."
"Oh." Bob shrugged.
"This place would be perfect for her to reestablish herself, take
control of her life and give her the serenity to be able to
finish the writing projects she had to put aside for the longest
"Why was she having such a hard time before?" Bob asked.
"Well …" Mrs. Cobbleskill paused. "Don't tell her I told you but
we spoke for a while. She's told me a lot about her past
relationships and how abusive they were. She just wants to get on
her own two feet and make a better life for herself."
"Oh no!" Bob shook his head.
"What?" James looked at him.
"Those types of girls always end up leaving because they are
unstable or unreliable or their crazy ex boyfriends come looking
for them and cause a big rukus! I have enough drama with who I
live with now. I don't need anymore of it."
"Don't come to conclusions, Bob. She might be the perfect fit."
James told him.
"I'll be the judge of that. "Let's see if she ignores me like the
As Dessi slept, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she
watched the view of the water from her window. This was the
perfect room in the house. She sat up and stretched and walked
down into the kitchen area to make herself some tea. Bob heard
footsteps as she sat in the living room reading his Sunday paper,
folded it over and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Kristen, don't think you took a long enough time to dry your
hair this morning again? Dominick probably had to shower with the
"Huh?" Dessi turned to look behind her.
Bob was started to see a new face in the kitchen.
"Oh uh." Bob found that he was at a loss of words as she stared
into her big mesmerizing eyes."
"I'm Dessi." She got out. "And you must be Bob? Since Dominick is
indeed showering outside."
Bob chuckled. She had a sense of humor. He liked girls with a
sense of humor.
"Oh yea. That's a common occurrence around here, also being
"You'll see. Well, welcome to the Inn Roomshare. I hope your stay
is a pleasant one."
"Thank you, Bob. It was really nice to finally meet you in
person. Mrs. Cobbleskill couldn't say enough about you."
Bob blushed slightly.
Dominick walked into the kitchen next.
"Dammit Kristen! You done yet? If we ever have a black out I am
blaming it all on you!"
"Hi, I am Dessi." She introduced herself. He just walked past her
like she was not even there.
"Kristen! I need to use the bathroom for just a tiny second. Can
you spare one strand of hair?"
"In a minute!"
"Fuck this shittttt." Dom got out.
"Hey Dom." Bob said. "We have a new tenant. It would be nice of
you to introduce yourself."
Dominick put the television on and sat there watching a program.
"Don't worry about it. He obviously is vexed about taking a
shower with a hose, not that I blame him." Dessi said.
"No it's rude. This is what they do to me all the time. "Welcome
to the house of being ignored."
"Well at least you can talk to me." She told him.
"Finally someone I can look forward to …" Bob quickly corrected
himself. "I meant to say something I can look forward
Dom came running into the kitchen: "It wasn't me who replaced the
toilet paper with duct tape, alright?!"
"Well someone did! That shit hurt!" Kristen belted out.
"Maybe it was Bob."
"Yeah why don't you blame Bob for everything that goes wrong or
happens? Blame the guy that no one ever sees? So you don't have
to take the rap." Kristen said.
"Well I did switch it with duct tape." Bob admitted. Dessi
smirked as she wrote in her notebook at the kitchen table.
"Yeah well, I bet you blame Bob over finishing the
orange juice again?" Dom added.
"Stop it with the OJ already Dom! That was yesterday's
"Yeah only because you drank it!"
Bob whispered over to Dessi: "And I am always finishing
the orange juice ... but I guess it doesn't matter because they
always insist both of them finished it, so I guess I will just
keep on drinking it on them." Bob flipped through a catalog. "It
saves me trips going to the market." He thought a moment to
himself. "And why am I even whispering, it's not like they even
care to listen to anything I say!" He said loud enough for them
to hear him, but they continued to argue.
"You are the most annoying person I ever had to live with. I'm
going to the mall to meet with people I can stand to be around."
Kristen told him.
"Have a nice day, honey and don't forget to sit on a bag of ice
since your ass is on fire."
Bob chuckled at Dom's comment.
"Hey Dom since we are on the same page and both equally hate
Kristen -- why not play that game you are always playing?"
Dom grabbed his coat.
"I'm going out myself." He slammed the door.
"Suit yourself." He got up and walked into the backyard.
"Wow I can't believe how rude our roommates are." Dessi replied.
It was in the middle of the night when Bob walked into his
bedroom surprised to see Dessi cured up in his bed. She was
"Bob I know you don't like anyone to come in your room but I had
no other place to go."
"They gave my room to a man."
"WHAT? But why?"
"I don't know. They said that the room was for rent and showed it
"I don't understand. I really don't." Bob was infuriated. "Did
you tell them that was your room?"
"I did to Kristen and Dom at the time. I threw a hissy fit, but
it was like I was talking to the wall. No one cared! No one heard
me! They just went about their business like I didn't even
matter. I knew they didn't like me here. I knew it. They are just
trying to push me out."
"They can't do this to you Dessi!"
"But they did."
Dessi wiped her tears on her sleeve. Bob gave her a tissue.
"You can stay in my room until I straighten this out in the
morning. Sleep in my bed."
"But where are you going to sleep?" Dessi asked.
"I have the cott." He pulled it out of his closet. "Don't worry
"His name is Harold." Dessi said.
"The guy they gave the room to."
"Alright I'll speak to Harold in the morning. Don't worry." He
knelt by Dessi as she crawled back under his blanket. He watched
as she slowly closed over her eyes and fell fast asleep.
Bob knocked on Harold's door a few times. Harold scampered out of
bed. "I'm up. I'm up." When he finally reached the door and
opened it, he saw the glimpse of a man in a blue sailor uniform
walk down the hallway.
Bob straightened his tie in his mirror.
"He was asleep when I knocked. I will try again in a minute. I
need coffee first." Bob told Dessi as she lay there looking up at
him from his covers as they were drawn up to her face and only
her eyes and long dark lashes peaked out. A long strand of her
soft black hair rested across the pillow. She tucked it away
under her head. When his eyes caught hers for a minute, he
couldn't catch his breath and his heart skipped a beat.
"Just rest." He smiled at her and left his room.
"Why are we fighting over bedrooms?" Harold asked at the dinner
table. "There are 6 rooms - including Bobs and there are 4 of us
here, so I don't know what the problem is."
"Four?" Dom looked around the table. "If I'm not mistaken there
are only three of us at the dinner table. "Me, Kristen and you.
Bob is not home as usual."
"What about Dessi?" Harold asked.
"I don't know any Dessi's or Victoria's - although I wish I did."
Dom admitted. "But there is no one else in this house besides
"Are you tripping? She is sitting right next to me."
"Am I tripping or are you tripping? Dominick asked.
Harold laughed at him.
Dominick looked at Kristen. Kristen shrugged. There was in fact
no one sitting next to Harold that Kristen or Dom could see.
"Where did Ms. Bleeker find this Harold guy? He is obviously on
some kind of hallucinatics." Dom told Kristen later that day.
"Maybe she was in desperate need of housemates since the other
two just got out of here in a hurry."
"Well thanks a lot … we're going to be stuck living with this
nutcase and when it comes to evicting his ass I will have to do
it, because obviously Bob is never here."
"Harold claimed he saw Bob."
"Really? That's ironic since I've lived here four years and never
met the guy before. What did he look like?"
"Harold said he is kind of medium height, has black hair, built,
dresses in a sailor uniform ect. I wish I could meet him. He
sounds like a hunk."
"And I'm sure he would love to meet you Kristen. Maybe he has a
girlfriend. Maybe it's that Dessi girl Harold claims was sitting
next to him."
Kristen couldn't help but to laugh at that.
"What are we going to do about this living situation?" She asked
"Hope for the best. It is all we got and Oblivion. You want to
"I just thought it couldn't hurt to ask."
"Harold really isn't as bad as I thought." Dessi told Bob
outside. "He gave me my room back and we spoke for about an hour
eating leftovers. He told me that is highly clairvoyant. His
mother's profession is a physic. He inherited a lot from her."
"Yeah - I'm glad there is another soul here that doesn't ignore
people that try to talk to them."
"Thanks so much Bob for everything. It was really wonderful of
you to let me sleep in your room. It wasn't right for me to just
barge in it like that. I know I wasn't happy when I saw Harold
asleep in my bed."
"Yeah well having a beautiful girl sleep in your bed is not the
same as finding an old black man with a beer belly sprawled out,
making himself comfortable. No matter how nice Harold is, if you
know what I mean."
Dessi smirked at Bob. He looked up at her and shrugged.
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"Yeah well. Who wouldn't?" He changed the subject."Hey Dessi lets
go out for a walk and leave the vultures to their own."
"Dessi you're the only one that sticks up for me. You're the only
one who talks to me and gives me peace of mind. I've wanted this
for so long with everyone here, but it always ended so
"Well I don't think anyone should be ignored and I don't
"That's because you're a nice person. I was always lucky to have
Mrs. Cobblesmith and James. I've known them most of my life. But
it's always nice to meet someone new that is willing to be my
friend. Everyone else just acts like I am a ghost to them."
"I've had that too. People just ignored me -- either that or
abused me to the point where I just rather be ignored. It was
quieter at least and I could get a lot of writing done."
"What do you write about?"
"Oh I don't know anything basically. Life."
"I'm sure it helps to write it all out, like therapy I
"Yeah it does."
"The only thing I have is sailing and my room, where I keep most
of my medals and memorabilia. I stay in my room a lot. At least
they don't go into my bedroom. The broker told them never ever go
in my room. Even if they tried, it's always locked. I know it's
frustrating when people ignore you, but it's even more
frustrating when they don't respect your space or your things or
your privacy. That would have made my living arrangement much
more unbearable." Bob told her.
They sat together on a park bench.
"Dessi I need to be honest with you." Bob turned to face her.
"Ok." She said crossing her legs towards him and looked into his
"When I look at you, I feel like I've seen you before or at least
I want to get to know you better, but I can never get close
enough to someone I am falling in love with without me breaking
down a little bit inside." He told her.
"Bob." Dessi's face turned the brightest shade of pink.
As she went to push his shoulder playfully, he used the advantage
to pull her closer towards him and kissed her. The moment felt
like the quote by Karen Marie Moning: "He didn't just kiss,
he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life
depended on his kissing her."
Later that day Harold, Kristen and Dom were sitting at the table
with a quiga board in front of them. Dessi and Bob walked into
the dinning room.
"What are you guys doing?" Dessi asked.
"We are going to find the truth about Bob." Dom spoke into the
"What about Bob?"
"Bob does not really exist." Dom blurted out.
"Bob is dead." Kristen said.
Bob looked at Dessi and back to Kristen and Dom. Dessi looked
"This is stupid!"
The girl speaks now, "The one that calls herself Dessi." Harold
told Kristen and Dom. "She is with Bob. They are standing in
front of us. She is annoyed."
"What?" Dessi looked at Harold. "Harold, why are you saying these
things? I thought we were friends."
Harold seemed sad but did not respond.
"You guys are quick to blame Bob over everything that goes wrong
here but you can't even give him the time of day when he wants to
help or wants someone to realize he is a housemate like the rest
of us. Why do you act like we don't exist? I guess both of us are
dead then?" Dessi said.
"I'm used to it Dessi. Save your breath. They will never hear it.
At least I get blamed for things and I get to hear my name once
in a while. They never even warmed up to you moving in
"It is so rude! I can't stand rude people. I just can't!"
Suddenly a pot on the stove started to shake on the counter and
meatballs came out and hit Kristen in the face.
"Ow! What the hell? Someone just threw a meatball at my head!"
The lights starting flickering on and off.
"There goes dinner." Dom said.
Bob replied, "Well I'm not really a fan of Kristen's cooking
anyway. I've gotten heart burn." Bob walked up to Kristen and
burped in her ear rudely.
Kristen jumped. "Gross someone burped in my ear."
"It was Bob." Harold said.
"Tell him to be more polite." Kristen said.
"Why don't you start to acknowledge our existence if you want us
to be more polite?" Dessi asked.
"Dessi I know it's hard to grasp." Harold said.
"Grasp what? That you are all nutcases. This is
"Bob why are you still at the Inn?" Harold asked.
"I've lived here for 7 years. This is my home! Why should I leave
because neither Kristen or Dom want me here?"
"This isn't your home anymore though. Other people moved in."
"Not into my room! Ms. Bleeker explained that I come home late at
night and to never enter my room ever."
"She wants to keep the memory of her favorite sailor alive. She's
never rented your room out to anyone. She can't bear to. You were
like a son to her. You always will be like a son to her." Harold
"I still pay rent just like the rest of you jerks. You want me
out, then evict me first!"
The lights flickered on and off again.
"But how can we evict a ghost?" Harold asked.
"I've only been a ghost to them because they chose to make me
into a ghost, just like they choose to ignore Dessi."
"But both of you are dead." Harold explained.
"No we are not!"
"You can deny it forever, but it's the truth."
Harold brought out a newspaper article and placed it on the
Dessi reached over and pulled it towards both of them.
Ship lost at Sea: Robert Bobson, James
Harrison and a small crew for a 3 hour tour on The Minnuette
struck dangerous skies today as an unpredicted storm took a hold
of their boat and turned what was a pleasure cruise into a royal
nightmare. The storm was too hard for both trained sailors to
control and they along with a young 23 year old aspiring writer,
Dessa Victoria and 75 year old Mrs. Deidre Cobbleskill, a friend
and neighbor of the crew were tossed recklessly into the deadly
current drowning them instantly as they struggled in the storm.
There were no survivors. A terrible tragedy took the lives of
these amazing towns' people and close friends. They will be
Bob was sitting outside on the backstep, Dessi followed and sat
next to him.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was my fault. I should have done a
better job at saving us. Saving all of us. I failed you. I failed
James and Mrs. Cobbleskill. I failed everyone. Please forgive me,
"I forgive you, Bob … because I love you. And it wasn't your
fault. Let's make the best of what we have now."
"Hey Dessi, would you like to go sailing with me, today?"
"Sure, why not? It's a beautiful day out after all." She said.