Little Space の小説・ストーリー

he muttered. A person downplaying something that is a big deal to most people is definitely well-off. How could anyone say that having a library at home is 'not much?' "Anyway, uhm, you could stay here for the meantime. I'm sorry if my place is small but you can never get a decent place here in New York within a budget. I'd say that I'm luckier than most since their apartment spaces are the size of a bathroom." Vida motioned for the couch behind him. "I guess you can sleep on the sofa? You'd have to bend a little since it's way too small for you. It's better than sleeping in a cardboard box though."

This woman iss either really brave, or really stupid. I soon realize that I had again missed more of their conversation but give up because it is obvious that they are talking about me, and not in a good way. I walk over to the tiny loveseat in her sparse living room and sprawl myself across it. My six foot six inch frame barely fits on the tiny little sofa. I wrinkle my nose in disgust as I glance around at the empty spaces in her tiny living room. Doesn’t the Crescent Moon pack have loads of money to where she shouldn’t be living in such squalor?