The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Day 70

Day 70, July 20th

For the first time in over three months, I’m back home in the daytime. It’s very strange.

Last night, Claryse came to pick me up in a silver limousine, and told me that we were going to a fancy restaurant, and that I’d have to change. I told her that I would go as I was, and she gave in, but she didn’t seem happy about it. We got to the restaurant and ordered, but all she would talk about was how famous we would be together. “Claryse Williams and the Man who Can’t be Moved” was what she called us. She didn’t seem to care about me, only about how it would affect her now that I was famous too.

I asked her to marry me again, but she took me aside and told me that she was here because she would lose a lot of publicity if she hadn’t come. I left after that.

I went to where Archie said Mally lived, but she wasn’t there so I went home. When I got there, I thought someone had broken in because the door was unlocked, but it turned out to be Mally. When I asked her what she was doing at my apartment, she said that she thought of this place as home, and that she hadn’t even realized that she had come here instead of her own house until that morning. She said she was still there because she didn’t want to go home yet and that she figured I would be with Claryse so I wouldn’t mind.

I told her she was prettier than Claryse. It made her blush. Then I told her she could stay as long as she wanted, but that I hoped she wouldn’t mind spending more time with me. She didn’t get it. I said it meant that she’d be living with me, and that I’d like to have her there. She didn’t look very certain, like she wanted to but thought she shouldn’t.

I told her Archie’s theory about me being in love with her, which made her blush harder, but then I said that I thought it was true. I think she was really happy about that, but I can’t really tell with her, despite living on a corner with her for 40 days.

Anyway, today I’m at home during the day for the first time in 70 days. I’m waiting for Mally to get up. She slept over last night. I heard her talking on the phone to one of her friends, but I didn’t eavesdrop. It’s almost 10:30. She likes to sleep in late.

Bernard is running throughout the house because he can’t decide whether to stay with me or Mally.