Feeling groggy, she stood in the hot shower, letting the water wash over her, remembering the wealth of wet she awoke to the night before. Michael took her home to recover more fully, while Garth stayed behind to talk with the group. She dressed quickly and went downstairs, the squeaky step protesting her weight. Michael and Garth sat at the kitchen table, heads together. It reminded her of Egypt, where she would arrive for breakfast to find Michael and Tahir deep in conversation. “Queen Anne.” Garth lifted his cup to salute her. His eyes were red and puffy. “How are you this fine morning?” “Good, thank you.” She squinted, unaccustomed to the bright sun. “Why do I keep passing out? I’m just like that woman in the ‘Perils of Pauline’ tied to the railroad tracks, always needing to be rescued.” “Quite the contrary.” Garth slammed his mug down with such force that it slopped coffee all over the table.
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