“Wake up, sleepyhead. It’s Monday!” Sam yelled from the kitchen.
“Come back to bed,” Billy pleaded, half-asleep.
“While you’ve been asleep, I’ve already been to the supermarket for some groceries and picked up some breakfast, so come and eat it before it gets cold. Oh, and by the way, I think I saw those three thugs,” Sam said casually.
“What!” Billy screamed and tore into the kitchen wearing only boxer shorts.
“Yes, those three thugs who were looking for me at my old apartment. Was one of them shorter and bulkier than the other two with short grey hair and a beard?” Sam asked, before biting into her egg and bacon muffin.
“Yes, that’s right, and the other two were taller and thinner and both were balding,” Billy looked through the front window, frantic.
“What are you doing, silly? We
