RIVERBORO WAS THAT KIND of town. People left doors unlocked even when they weren"t home. Ashley hadn"t left. His car remained at the curb. Stretched out on the couch, hair covering his face, Ashley snored. The clock read 3:30. Fritz left him undisturbed.
RIVERBORO WAS THATThe aroma of bacon dragged Fritz from slumber. Struggling to start his day, he buttoned his shirt as he walked into the kitchen. Ashley munched a bagel at the table, the local paper in front of him. Fritz poured his coffee. “Want some?” he asked.
“I"m fine, thanks. I bought bagels, eggs and bacon. I didn"t want to wake you.” He looked at the bagel in his hand. “I missed these. Want some eggs?”
“Not right now. Coffee"s not working yet.”
Ash returned to the paper. “Sorry I couldn"t stay awake. Thanks for letting me cras
