when Irene realized that she was awake for good. Krister was on his back, sleeping with his right arm thrown over his head. Sammie was also lying on his back at the foot of the bed, and he was also snoring, though not as loudly as his master. When Irene got up to put on her jogging clothes, Sammie squirmed up to the warm spot she’d left behind. You can’t wake up a sleeping dog, he seemed to say, but Irene saw that he did look at her through half-open eyes.It was still raining, although not as hard as yesterday. She pulled her nylon rainwear over her jogging suit. Jogging was not her favorite sport in this kind of weather, but it was the easiest and fastest first thing in the morning. A rainy Saturday before 7:00 A.M. should guarantee peace on the bike trail down to Fiskebäck’s boat marina.As she started, her right knee ached from an old injury, but as she went on, it loosened up and the pain disappeared. The rain lashed her face and began to soak through her cap. Her mind was beginning to clear from its morning drowsiness, and she felt her heart pump oxygen-rich blood into her system.
