“Hey.” She smiled, all bright and sunshiny. “We the first ones up?” I asked. It was almost nine. “Yup. I don’t know how long they stayed up after we went to bed. How you feeling? You look better.” She studied me intently, making me feel self-conscious. “Your color is better.” I adjusted my turban. “Good. I’m good.” I was feeling surprisingly good. I’d had one brief bout on the toilet around four a.m., but other than that, I’d slept well. “You look good.” She was so cute in her short, white, flowered robe over her pink nightgown. She’d tied the robe high, making her belly seem even bigger this morning than it had the previous night. Maybe it was bigger. She’d parted her hair down the middle and sported little spiky pigtails behind each ear. Adorable. I, on the other hand, was wearing men’s boxer shorts and a ratty T-shirt, and I knew for a fact that my face was blotchy. The lavender terrycloth turban didn’t add much to my ensemble. “You want tea?”
