“St. Cloud.”
There was no reply. His next action, however, startled her awake.
Vickie jumped up and peeled her eyes open, startled at the wetness of her face and clothes. There was Gio, standing at the foot of the sofa, lowering a glass of water on the table.
“You sleep so unflatteringly.”
She watched him with half-closed eyes. “Wha?”
“I said; you sleep so unflatteringly.”
“Oh, sod off,” she managed to struggle up, wiping the saliva on her cheek at the same time. “This is just how I sleep.”
He fixed her hair with a hard stare of disapproval. “Yes, it would seem so.”
“Can you be like less stiff and stuff?”
“As opposed to?”
There was silence. She was dozing again. Another not-so-small-sprinkle of water. She jumped again. “What?”
“Are you listening?”
“Yeah, man, whatever. Stop spr
