Chapter 10
Ethan knew sleep was futile. What did it feel like to get into bed and sleep through the night, waking to morning’s light and scattered dream imagery? Gone was the pleasure of waking refreshed and hungry for breakfast. Indeed, he no longer was on a first-name basis with any of the simple pleasures of ordinary people, sleep being a primary one. Now, sleep came when he passed out after several days of partying, his body and mind giving out and sinking into a black hole. He seldom woke refreshed from such sleep, but groggy, still profoundly exhausted and his limbs feeling like they each weighed a ton.
Robert was upstairs and asleep. Bless the old man. He had heard him take a phone call, earlier, and then nothing. He wondered who had called him in the middle of the night. He knew
