Chapter 4: Making Amends
Sane men, Owen thought, did not hold conversations with spiders that had paused mid-trek across sun-drenched flooring to bask in the light, but there were worse things than insane. Besides, it had merely been a “good morning” and a “lovely day, isn’t it?” It was hardly like he’d asked the little beast to stay for breakfast. Though the thought of breakfast was a pleasant enough idea that it gave Owen a reason to roll onto his back and attempt to stretch the stiffness out of his spine. The alarm clock sounded at the same moment that Owen sat up, and he flicked the button from electronic screech to radio. Why he still bothered to set it Owen couldn’t say, but it kept him from lying around when he could be, at least, making the attempt to appear like he was still lead
