I woke up after dinnertime from a grumbling stomach.
I rang Marty first, though, as I promised him we'd talk.
"How did you sleep?" Marty asked after he immediately picked up the call.
"Well," I said. "I'm hungry again."
"Come down to the dining room," Marty said. "We can eat. And talk."
"You're still here?" I asked, touching my scalp. I slept with all the bobby pins and removing them was a messy process. Instead of trying to comb my hair, I just put it into a ponytail. That would do.
I headed downstairs, still talking through the vizor.
"Yes," Marty replied. "I wanted to talk to you about this. It's serious."
I was hungry but didn't want to discuss what I did. I had to, though. So I squared my shoulders and entered the dining room, expecting to see my family there. They usually wai
