Chapter Eleven
Miguel brought the soup himself, and seemed a little astonished at how quickly Julia had recovered. “You should sleep for real after you eat,” he told her in stern tones. “I don’t want you to overdo things.”
“No worries,” she replied. “I think I’ll probably sleep for a week or two after this.”
That seemed to satisfy him, and he left the hotel room soon afterward. Almost as if they’d decided to take turns, Lauren came in only a minute or so later, bringing with her a little care package of a new toothbrush and some toothpaste, and a comb and a brush.
“And if you need anything else, be sure to let me know,” she said, flashing the two of us a smile before she went back out again.
“Is she always so cheerful?” Julia asked.
“Basically, yes,” I replied.
“Impressive.”
But I
