I stood smoking on the veranda where Jade ‘lived’. She was always on the veranda outside of my door. She’d be sprawled on this double seat in the corner.
Whether 4 am or 4 pm, rain or dry, Jade was there.
Sometimes I considered her the ‘watch dog’ who sat outside my door as ‘protection’.
Although the sounds of stupid cartoon she continuously watched were irritating, in a way I felt ‘safe’. If anyone tried to break in, well, there was my ‘watch dog.’
I had come out of my ‘sanctuary’ and had just lit up when Jade started her boasting babble. She didn’t have the money to pay her rent, but was yammering about a car she was renting. I think she forgot that two months ago she had told me she was picking up a car on ‘Thursday’.
More to shut her up than actually say anything, I did, as my Psychologist friend had previously suggested; put forward a laudatory statement about another, to see how she would respond.
I claimed to have met a runner up in the Miss World pageant. The words were scarcely beyond my teeth when Jade claimed to have been a contestant.