Ron was awake at daybreak. He hadn’t supposed he would sleep at all during the night, but he had evidently dozed a few hours at least. He stood up, looking toward the distant sea where the sun was rising through torn curtains of fog. He remembered the call which was expected from the hospital regarding the biochemical analysis, and dressed hurriedly.
In the living room he saw Anne lying on the couch in front of the fireplace, which still glowed warmly. She had on her bathrobe and slippers, one of which had fallen to the floor. Her head lay on one of the too-hard cushions of the Rorlans.
Ron stood watching, not wanting to wake her, but she stirred as if aware of his presence, and looked up. She brushed the tousled hair away from her face. “I guess I must have fallen asleep.”
“I guess you
