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Celeste Hears Disturbing News
We did wear each other out that night. Dinner was spaghetti; nothing special, just what Russ had in the cupboard, but we had our minds on other things. Sleep, when we got around to it, was infinitely sweet. I didn’t even mind the alarm, because it meant waking up with Russ.
At some point last evening he’d brought my clothes up from the dryer. I showered and dressed in about five minutes.
‘Wow,’ said Russ. ‘You weren’t kidding—I think that’s a world record for getting ready.’
‘I’m not much of a primper, I’m afraid.’
‘Not a problem. You’re absolutely gorgeous anyway.’
I tried, just barely successfully, not to giggle. Once we were outside waiting for the bus, though, I felt all too solemn. Russ caught my mood. The bus was right on time, quarter to eight
