Chapter Four
It took a while to realize that the telephone in their suite did not have a snooze button. She was ready to smack it with her hand one more time when her sleep-fuddled mind concluded that perhaps this was not an alarm clock. Yawning and blinking, she picked up the receiver, “Yes?”
“This is the wake-up call that you requested.” The voice at the other end was male and bland, as if he were little more than a machine performing an appointed task.
“Oh…” yawned again. “Thanks. What time is it?”
“It is now .” Still bland…or should it be called ‘professional’? Why was she wondering about such things at such an unholy hour?
“Got it…thanks again.” She mumbled into the receiver before fumbling it back into place. She very much wanted to just go back to sleep, but she’d made a pr
