One of the trinkets the hotel gave her for fighting there. The down comforter and the feather pillow enveloped her and the residual fatigue from yesterday’s long drive and last night’s lack of sleep should have pulled her into somnolence long ago. But, that was not to be the case. Even the paperback she had been reading, an activity that typically guaranteed drowsiness, lay open on her chest as she stared at the ceiling. The creaking and squeaking and moaning of the Kendall’s love making filtered downward and filled the room. At first, she found the sounds humorous. For about 15 minutes. Then, they moved to irritating, to maddening, and finally to mocking her as she lay there by herself. She missed Nathan. The couple had been at it for nearly an hour. Sam knew they were too young to suffer a heart attack, but she could at least hope. Closing the book, she picked up the phone and dialed the number to Nathan’s hotel room in Syracuse, New York. He answered after the third ring, his voice low and thick with sleep.
