Chapter 4
Every time Corrine attempted to bring up The Crown or Shakersville, John smiled, shook his head, and proceeded to make another lunch date, preferably with someone who wanted to spend all his or her time talking about their own career rather than anything to do with John.
Considering where he lived, it really wasn’t difficult to find dining partners.
As easy as it was deflect Corrine, however, his need for sleep was far more persistent. Memories in the guise of dreams plagued him from the beginning. His only recourse was to push himself during the day, foregoing naps he might’ve taken in the past, so that he fell exhausted into his bed at night to sleep as heavily as possible. The occasional whiskey before retiring helped, too. At least until Corrine hid his Dalwhinnie.
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