(Wednesday)
The phone rang. The clock was flashing 6:15. Odette snuggled up to me, making cute, happy cat-like noises. Timothy's bed was bigger than mine so I had to reach out to get my mobile device. For the tenth time, I silently thanked Timothy for switching bedrooms with me, though I believed he had chosen to sleep on the sofa instead.
"Hello," I said quietly.
"It's Buffy. I'll be there in fifteen minutes," she stated firmly.
"I have a companion over," I hesitated. "Can you make it twenty-five?"
"Who is that, Cáel Nyilas," Odette yawned. She liked the way my full name rolled of her tongue.
"Who is that?" Buffy grilled me.
"She's a sweet young lady I met - the rest is none of your business," I told Buffy. To Odette, "It is one of my many bosses. After my 'auto accident' (I couldn
