Chapter 31
Anne woke slowly, painfully, her mind dragged up through the darkness and squeezed back inside her far too small skull. A vise, someone had a vise around her skull.
“Anne, come on, wake up!”
The vise shifted until it was driving into her skull through her ears, the points sharp and white hot. Someone shook her shoulder, someone who had been saying her name for a long time. She opened her eyes.
“What do you want?”
She tried to keep her voice from reaching her throbbing ears. The room was dark, thank goodness, but she could still see someone sitting on the edge of her bed. Someone who reeked of cheap cigarettes.
Joe.
“If you want to keep this shitty roof over your head, get up and let’s go.” He took a long, glowing drag. “You can get it filled again today.”
Anne closed her
