THIRTEEN
Charlie woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She didn’t want to open her eyes. For the first time in some while, she slept soundly without nightmares. The rarity made her want to stay asleep a little longer. Solid sleep was a welcomed change. Letting a ringing phone force her to relinquish such tranquility was pure evilness. “Hello?”
“Ms. Rosen?”
She sat up on an elbow in bed. Her eyes slits against the morning sunshine. The thin drapes, also part of the semi-furnished apartment were paper thin. Someone might not be able to see her naked, but her silhouette would be close to the real thing. “This is her.”
“It’s Tubs, from Second Breakfast.”
“Ah, yes, Tubs. Mr. Tubs. Mr. Sauers—”
“Ms. Rosen, how about you call me Tubs and I’ll call you Charlene.”
“Charlie.”
“Wond
