Chapter Thirty Three
Clarence was snoring loudly on the sofa and Laurie was bored. There was absolutely nothing to do here and Laurie, who was accustomed to keeping busy with her research, was starting to go stir-crazy. She desperately missed her Mac Book, although with a painful twist of remorse she knew that if she really was now illiterate, it would be totally useless to her. Without television or radio, there was only Clarence’s meager shelves of paperbacks, magazines and tabloids to turn to. She had tried flipping through one which she recognized from the cover as the National Enquirer – a publication she would never ordinarily have bothered with – but she had quickly tossed it aside in defeat.
She would have loved to have stepped out for some fresh air but the mere thought of all t
