Chapter 5
Clare woke to Jack jumping on the bed. She had a vague memory of him doing the same thing earlier on when it was barely light, and of her pulling the pillow over her head and going back to sleep. Clare groaned. Sunday morning, but not like any Sunday morning she could remember. She was used to suiting herself, waking in her own time, at her own pace. She sniffed. There was a sickly, sweet odour in the air. Clare glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Why couldn’t she see the time? She raised herself up on one elbow. A large tumbler was in the way, brimming with something that looked suspiciously like urine. What on earth?
Jack bounced off the bed, picked up the glass in both hands and offered it to her, slopping its pale contents over the doona. She recoiled and sniffed aga
