It would have been better to be closer, but then someone might have discovered them. Meredith poured the last of the coffee out of the Thermos and drank it. Then she yawned. She caught herself guiltily and looked at Bonnie. “You having trouble sleeping at night too?” “Yes. I can’t imagine why,” Meredith said. “Do you think the guys are having a little talk?” Meredith glanced at her quickly, obviously surprised, then smiled. Bonnie realized Meredith hadn’t expected her to catch on. “I hope so,” Meredith said. “It might do Matt some good.” Bonnie nodded and relaxed back into the seat. Meredith’s car had never seemed so comfortable before. When she looked at Meredith again, the dark-haired girl was asleep. Oh, great. Terrific. Bonnie stared into the dregs of her coffee mug, making a face. She didn’t dare relax again; if they both fell asleep, it could be disastrous. She dug her nails into her palms and stared at Vickie’s lighted window. When she found the image blurring and doubling on her, she knew something had to be done.
