Chapter 4: Long Day’s Journey into NightStafford slept for hours, but still woke earlier than he had hoped to. By eight o’clock he was out of bed. He couldn’t recall being this well rested, but a few days on the Eastern Shore eating condolence casseroles with distant cousins he hadn’t known existed, spending the night in that restful old house near the cemetery, and Stafford was relaxed. As much as he complained about being overworked, he was a little anxious to get back there.
“Enjoy it while you can,” Liza said that morning on the phone when he’d shared the sentiment with her. “You really never take a break. It’s time. You’ve lost a lot, and maybe it hasn’t hit you yet, but it will, and it’s best to be well rested when it does.”
Stafford sipped on his Diet Coke, and nodded his head. “I
