No! xxx18 Peter lay his head down in the crook of his elbow as he continued to soothe her. He yawned. “Maybe…” He yawned again. “…we should set an alarm…or something.” Another yawn. “I really…don’t want to be here…when…your folks…”
…And then they were both asleep. Jane heard them chatting cheerfully to each other as they came through the door and thought, Wow, usually they’re dead tired. They must have had a good time. She looked over at her bedside table, at the telephone there. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d used it. How long has it been since I knew anyone well enough to call, she wondered. It must be years. No wonder I’m… She shook her head to rid herself of the thought.
