Chapter Eleven
“Mr. Smith? Mr. Smith, wake up.”
Ron awoke from his dream with a jerk. Someone was shaking his arm gently.
“What?” he yawned. “What is it?” He blinked his eyes and looked up. Lisa was bending over him.
“You’ve been asleep for two hours,” she said. “You asked to be woken up?”
“Oh,” Ron yawned again. “Yeah, I did. Thanks.” The cot he was lying on was only marginally less uncomfortable than the couch in his apartment. He swung his legs out over the side and sat up. “How is she?” he asked.
“Sleeping, I’m told,” Lisa shrugged, then smiled. “You must’ve worn her out. You want some coffee?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Ron mumbled. Lisa scurried off to get some caffeine while he stretched and yawned again. He stood up. He felt like he needed another ten hours of sleep. He tried to recall
