Chapter Twelve
Alison awoke the next morning feeling like hell. She seemed to have fallen asleep on the couch, which was not at all like her, and she apparently slept in the nude on top of her robe and under their Afghan, which was also not like her at all. The last thing she remembered from the night before was Naomi coming over and them having a glass of wine, but she must have fallen asleep. Her thoughtful neighbor seemed to have cleaned the place up before she left, which was nice of her. She’d have to go over and apologize today for being such a poop out, since she vaguely remembered that Naomi was upset about her marriage and needed to talk. Jesus, what if she’d fallen asleep while her friend was still talking?
In any case, she was surprisingly stinky given that she remembered a ni
