"Bedussey!" I couldn't help it. It sounded like Pancho. It couldn't be Pancho. Pancho was dead, right? *** When Pancho, unfairly attractive train wreck coke addict, shows up on Bedussey's porch, undeniably not dead, Bedussey can't help but let him stay. All of this is his fault, after all. But Pancho never seems to leave, and it's hard not to find yourself having feelings for the guy who steals your shirts and sleeps in your room.