The AuthorChapter 9
Bill silenced the alarms notification that the appointed time of six thirty had arrived. The next sound was of Monica sighing and then rolling over again she said into her pillow. "I think I'll stay in bed, Jennifer you go run in my place." Bill chuckled and nudged Jennifer. Jennifer was in the grip of her usual morning fog, which took minutes, not seconds to clear asked. "Run where?" Monica giggled and rolled out of bed. "Never mind. I'll run it myself." Following Monica out of...