“Oh come on, I need some rest after all that.”
“It’s almost nine-thirty,” said Curtis, sounding concerned. He disappeared into the bathroom.
Lyndon sighed and got up. After pulling on clothes, he went to the free breakfast and hauled back a couple plates and cups of coffee, almost shocked Curtis was already through with a shower. He left Curtis to the greenish banana he’d brought back and speed-showered, disappointed it was a new day and concerned about people coming for them. He wanted to exist here—or maybe someplace nicer than here, like back home—with Curtis for longer. A full day or two, something long enough to enjoy without being cut short.
“The news? Really?” asked Lyndon when he left the bathroom and saw what Curtis was watching.
“I had to know.” The misery had returned to Cur
