CHAPTER FOUR
Anne jumped off the bed and began grabbing her discarded and scattered clothing from the floor, me right behind her snatching up my own things. Not even bothering to look at one another, we tossed our respective garments onto separate chairs and dove for our own beds.
"The light, Burt!"
Muttering under my breath, I shot out of bed and dashed to the light switch beside the door and whapped it off with an angry slap. Footsteps moved past our door and on down the hall before I had a chance to move away.
"Goddamn it, Anne, it wasn't them! It was someone else!"
I thought I heard her snicker muffled-like as she sat up in her bed and turned the lamp on.
"You scared the bell out of me!"
"Me too," she said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed as she began unfastening her
