Perrin opens his eyes and yawns. He smiles at Luke. He’s not shy and doesn’t cover his nakedness. “What are you doing here, Luke?”
“We’re running late. I don’t think your alarm went off.”
Perrin looks at the alarm clock to his right, on the nightstand. It flashes off/on/off/on/off. “The electric must have gone out again. It’s always a problem.”
A summertime power surge in Pittsburgh. It’s happened before. It will happen again, Luke thinks. “How fast can you be ready?”
“In three minutes. Don’t forget, I was in the military.”
Luke recalls Perrin telling him a few years ago. The Army. Four years. Posted in Berlin, Germany, after boot camp. Perrin did something with Military Police. A guard or watchman of sorts. The details have become misplaced in Luke’s mind, confusing.
Luke pulls out
