Larry had to agree. “Really? You’re going to make him live in the pantry?”
“Then there’s the basement.” A slow smile spread across Doug’s face. It was obviously the ace up his sleeve, as if the basement were a fully finished, fully furnished apartment waiting to be rented out and not a damp, moldy room with a concrete floor and stained walls where the sorority girls on the second floor strung up their underwear to dry.
Still, for a moment, Larry had to admit the thought of Geoff spending the whole summer with him was a glorious one. If they shared Larry’s bed, surely Geoff could keep his things in the basement and not technically have to livethere, right?
But Geoff made a hacking sound of disgust in the back of his throat. “Ack, no. Hell, no. I’m not staying there.”
“Why not?” Doug wheedled. “You and Larry—”