Chapter Thirty-Seven‘Wake up.’ I can feel a hand on my leg. ‘Wake up, Al.’
Jenna’s voice. I force my eyes open.
‘Afternoon, sleepy head.’ She’s sat next to me on the bed.
‘Afternoon?’ I echo.
‘Yeah. It’s almost three! Time to get up.’ She shakes me a little again. 3 pm? The clock tells me she’s not lying. Well, at least I’ve got some sleep. Even if it has been in the day instead of night.
‘Come on, Al.’ She pulls the duvet off me.
‘Ah!’ I cling onto it. I don’t want to get up. I especially don’t want to be cold.
‘Get showered quick,’ Jenna commands, getting up. ‘I’ll wait in the car.’
‘Where are we going?’
‘Shopping. I need a new outfit.’ She swans out, dressed and ready, wig and all. Shopping? On a Saturday? I want nothing more than to pull the covers back over my head and go to
