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I was with Alicia in a bar the other day and wanted to bum a cigarette. I said "How many cigarettes do you have" (my indirect, Canadian way of asking for a smoke). She took out her pack of smokes and started to count them. I explained that no, I just wanted to know if I could have one. She got annoyed and told me not to beat around the bush. I had doubly annoyed her because, as I discovered later, she took my asking permission as a sign of lack of friendship because, you ask a stranger if you can have a cigarette, to a friend you just say "give me a cigarette". To my ears that sounds harsh but "I'm Canadian,eh?"

Still, there are lots of signs that I'm wearing out my welcome. Like how they don't speak to me for extended periods of time (one might say that they "ignore"me and talk as if I wasn't there. And, last night when I came home late (4 in the morning) I had to stand outside the door till 7, they wouldn't answer (O.K. so MAYBE they were asleep)

I've been checking around and none of the hotels have rates anywhere near theirs (free) but I've resigned myself to the fact that I can't get by forever on looks alone and that I might have to actually "pay" for a place to stay. Hey, with five kids, maybe Claudette's parents woudn't notice if I moved in there!

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