The Collar Around the HeartSaturday Morning
I was slow to wake, and when I did open my eyes, sunlight was once again flooding into the room. Someone had opened the curtains. It was Saturday, I remembered, so I was in no hurry, and I yawned with the luxurious slow stretch of someone who knows the alarm is turned off. This time I remembered Annie, and looked for her. Sure enough, she was kneeling at the end of the bed, and there was the breakfast steaming gently. "Morning, Boss!" she welcomed me cheerfully, lifting the tray. I laughed...