WEDNESDAY BROUGHT ANOTHER dose of guaranteed boredom. I sighed as I climbed from the pickup and lifted my face to the strong, refreshing breeze before scowling around at the site, of which I’d already tired. When Nathan shook his head at me to stop, indicating Sean had also spotted my mood, I smiled—sort of.
By eleven thirty, I was extraordinarily hungry, enough to play name-that-tune from my stomach rumblings—one had sounded close to the National Anthem. Unfortunately, once hunger set in, I couldn’t sit still, however much I tried. I harrumphed in the spinning chair, even did some rotations, paced a few lengths of the rectangular floor and peered unsuccessfully through the filthy windows.
Frustrated, I went in search of Sean and found him near the archway they’d built that led into the
