We had showered and gone to bed, Chad falling fast asleep, but I had tossed and turned so I had reserved to get up and sit on the bay window bench that I still occupy. The street is dead like always accept for the stray cat that roams around, his orange and white fur standing out against the dark...
I thought I told Blaine to put his sweatshirt over the windows of the Landrover to keep the sun out so we can sleep in peace. Rolling over to smack him in the face, it’s funny how the seats of the SUV sink more than they should. Also the wool blanket underneath me is awfully smooth and I run my h...