I sort of liked him not much taller than me, twitchy. Black straggly hair. Shirt buttoned up. But I was hiding and the phone wouldn’t stop. I picked it up to shut it up. I could hear voices and depressed the off to conceal reception. Looked at the ceiling. Waited then crawled back on my belly to the door. To make sure he wasn’t still outside of the sliding glass. I could see him inside. On the floor in the living room. Waiting for me.