“And I don’t want you to be in my house any longer than you need to be.’ She knew she was already losing the battle with him. She’d done what she always did. She’d offered small concessions – the food, the wine, not telling him to piss off as soon as she opened the door – in the hope he’d accept them and expect nothing more. But that wasn’t how he thought or worked. He just banked whatever you gave him and moved on to the next thing.”