I came to in a strange, queen-size bed. Bright daylight blinded me, sliding through two windows. Unfamiliar items welcomed me back to November along the lake and the world…somewhere foreign: a reading lamp to my left, a small digital clock next to the lamp, two paperbacks by Robert Riley, a pair of folded reading glasses. I felt weight against my spine. Another body. Someone close to me. Slowly I turned on my right side and…
“You came back from the dead,” Jack said. He was fully dressed in a pair of jeans and tee shirt. A hardback copy of The Nelson Reformatory lay open (somewhere in the middle) against his bent knees. He looked to be almost halfway through the read. A smile rested on his handsome face. “Welcome to my A-frame. You’re on the third floor. This is my bedroom.”
I felt a wave
