He was awake, though, and watching her. Marian stretched luxuriously and smiled, not wanting to think about getting up just yet. Holland touched her cheek. “All right?” “Never better. I’d like to stay here all day.” “Can you? I wouldn’t mind that myself.” She struggled to a sitting position. “You know I can’t.” He put his head down on her thigh. “Ah, but an occasional day of lolling about replenishes the soul, not to mention what it does for the body. If we get bored, I’m sure we can think of something to do.” “I’m thinking of it already,” Marian said with a laugh, “but it’s going to have to wait.” She eased her leg out from under his head and got up. “A skillion things to take care of today.” Holland sighed dramatically. “I’ll bet you never called in with blue flu in your life.” “Once I did. One of those horrible days when nothing goes right—I burnt myself, I didn’t have a clean shirt, my hair looked awful, I was late, and a pipe sprang a leak under the kitchen sink.
