Chapter 15
Joey stirred. A quiet dripping sound was relentlessly eating into his consciousness, pulling him out of his sleep. Though he tried to ignore it, his brain refused to let go as it attempted to identify the source of the noise. He kept his eyes tightly closed, hoping if he ignored whatever was going on, he’d be able to recapture the comfortable dark warmth of his dream. But it was no good. The noise persisted.
Giving in, he opened his eyes, lifted himself up on an elbow and stared hatefully at the rainwater hitting the enamel bowl in the far corner of Kevin’s apartment. They’d been forced to put the bowl there the previous week in order to catch the drips from the leaking roof.
The insistent plopping stimulated Joey’s bladder, which began to fire messages to his brain, telling
