CHAPTER SEVEN
Curly ClericThe blissful fifteen minute sleep gave Kit the happy sensation of drifting on a cloud of goodwill. Until the knocking shook her bedroom door on its hinges.
She woke with a start, clutching her chest as the paperback thudded to the floor.
“Kit?” Raki’s voice wavered. “Are you awake?”
“No!” She groaned and turned off the bedside lamp. Squeezing her eyelids closed, she sought the euphoria of sleep for sleep’s sake instead of the exhausted coma of the last few months.
“Kit?” Raki’s voice lifted the end of her name into a squeak. “Something terrible has happened.”
“If it’s Jerry’s hair cutting skills, I already saw!” She pulled the blankets higher and flattened her palms over her ears.
“No, it’s happened to me. He didn’t mean to do it.” The handle turned, and th
