Arlene and JeffChapter 62
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON — SEPTEMBER 18 Jeff knocked lightly on the outer door to the suite, waited a moment, then opened it. He crossed to the bedroom, put his ear against the door and listened. Nothing. I can't hear anything with the sound insulation Wainwright put in this place, but if they're not asleep when I walk in, there is going to have to be an awful lot of story telling on my part. He felt the healer stir on his shoulders, aware of the need for her services, and picking up on...