I fumble around for where the ringing’s coming from and finally find the phone on the bedside table under The Sun Also Rises, compliments of Jesse. “Surprise! It’s me,” comes Jesse’s voice before I’m even alert enough to say hello. “Wake-up call. I have an idea.” “Don’t you ever sleep?” I mumble, rubbing my eyes. “Sleep, what’s that? Read about it once.” He sounds far too chipper for whatever ungodly hour it might be. “Okay, here’s the deal. I’m coming to get you and we’re going out to breakfast. You dressed?” I bolt upright and check the clock, then groan. “You really are crazy. It’s five o’clock, and it’s dark out, and if wearing flannel pajamas counts as being dressed, then yes, I’m dressed. And no, I am not going out to breakfast, and besides, what’s open this early?” “Denny’s—come on. I’m outside.” “What?”
