Chapter 2
On Sunday morning, Armand awoke with a dry mouth and a splitting headache. With as much effort as he could muster, he hauled himself out of bed and padded to the bathroom, where, through half-open eyes, he rummaged around in the cabinet for some Nurofen. He put two in his mouth, lowered his lips to the tap, and drank them down before returning to bed, falling onto it as though dead.
Most of the day had gone by the time he got up for good. As he stood under the shower, he went over the events of the previous night, smiling as he thought about lying next to Ben on his back lawn, the night sky above them, and a gentle breeze caressing them.
After showering, dressing, and having something to eat, Armand ventured out to get the newspaper, then sat at the table to read it with a cup
