Chapter 13Sometime in the night, Maura woke up with a start. She thought it was maybe a nightmare until she heard the distinct whistle of her English grandmother’s tea kettle. Cameron. She made her way down to the kitchen where she found the artist, cup of tea in hand, wearing nothing but an old Nina Simone T-shirt and some black cotton underwear, from under which peeked a large, purple bruise and the corner of a bandage.
“Maura, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s alright. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, bad dream, I’m exhausted, but every time I try to fall asleep, well, I just thought I’d make a cup of tea.”
“My grandmother always said a good cuppa goes a long way in aiding any situation.”
A ghost of a smile crossed Cameron’s face.
“Marcelle is of the same opinion.”
“I could stay up w
