Chapter 7
James was used to waking up to the buzzsaw sound of Geoffrey snoring, an ungodly rasping that irritated James to no end. James opened the door, saw the deepening dusk, and went back to bed. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts of Sarah.
The buzzsaw snoring stopped, and Geoffrey knocked on the thin wooden wall between them. “What are you doing over there? You must be awake by now. You’re quite the lazy boy lately, James.”
James pulled the blanket over his head. “Go away.”
“I will not go away. I am like a bunion or a boil. I am here, and the more you ignore me the more painful I become.”
“Don’t I know it,” James muttered.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
James reached for his jeans and pulled them on, listening to Geoffrey hum a tune on the other side of the partition. James
