She should have known the second he rang her doorbell and stepped into her hall, should have seen it in his dreamy demeanor, the disconnect in his eyes, his apparent lack of interest in both hygiene and social activity. It couldn’t have been any plainer if she had turned his hand over and found, ...
He needed the sleep desperately, he knows this, and yet he’s ashamed to have missed his first chance with Viola Fabian. It’s ten-thirty in the morning when he finally inspects the glow-in-the-dark hands of his Baby Ben. The woman is probably up and gone, running a conference session or at least a...