45 You need to sleep in the guest bedroom. It’s this thing with my leg. I’ll be up all night. Damn ribs came out all wrong, didn’t they? There’s breakfast. Why? Yeah ... one spill of wine and it’s over. Oh ... LEAVE IT! Can I have it outside? I’m asking Christopher to take back the shag. It’s too thick. I really hate this art that Miriam had on the walls. She’s dead. We didn’t even know her. Okay. Afer a night in the other bedroom, I can see why you get scared. Every single noise made me jump. But I haven’t changed my mind.