When I first saw the above title today, I thought it had something to do with a former owner who had an Egyptian fetish. When I read the story, I discovered that I was mistaken: he’d bought a “flat” (apartment? condominium? something like that), sight-unseen, and when he arrived to look over his new property, discovered the former owner sitting on the sofa inside… where she’s been since 2001.

If you tried to put that in a novel, you’d be laughed out of the business for having too much imagination.