When the morning arrives, I feel more exhausted than when I hit the sheets eight hours before. Of course, all that alcohol didn’t help any. What the hell was I thinking?
I don’t really know how much sleep I managed to get.
All I recall is tossing and turning and listening to the house creak and c***k while I hid under the comforter, certain The Skinner was standing beside my bed. Or worse, maybe under it.
Sam helps get the kids ready for school. He overdoes it, making them eggs, pancakes, and sausage. But that’s only after he’s fed them bowls of Captain Crunch and milk.
“What is this place?” I ask as I position myself in the opening between the hall and the kitchen, my hair wet from the shower. “Denny’s?”
Over my shoulder, I can see the basement light has been left on since it’s
