Again. “Has Penny left for work?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting my shoes on. “Yep. We can pack up now and head out.” “Thank God.” I was eager to get home and take a shower. Even though I felt rested, sleeping in a strange bed gives me weird dreams. On the way back to my apartment, we stopped to pick up some bagels. We were so hungry, we devoured them in the car as we drove the rest of the way home. “I suppose you're going back to your house to get some sleep?” I asked when he pulled curbside next to my place. “Yeah. I feel okay right now, but I'm sure I'll crash hard as soon as my head hits the pillow. What are you going to do?” “After a shower, I'm going back to see if Karen will talk to me about her son. I'm not looking forward to it.” “Good luck with that.”
