When Jack woke up, the sun was high in the sky. “You’re a sleepyhead,” Ryan said, poking him the rest of the way awake. “I’ve been up for hours,” he lied. “I remembered I still have Walter’s credit card. He turned back to the phone he was holding. “Yes, that’s right, three sets of everything in the two sizes. And shoes. And you did say you delivered? You know, what with that horrible plane crash the other day. Yes, you have the credit number? Good, good. We’ll look for your delivery boy in an hour. Thank you soooo much. This was indeed a terrible way to visit your beautiful section of the country. Oh you don’t have to—well yes, we’d love to have those! Save gas, ride a cowboy? Ow! So cute! Thank you.” Ryan hung up the phone and made a gag me gesture. “What a bitch.”
“What time is it?” Jac
