Chapter 17It’s Too Late by Carole King blared out of my clock radio at 7:00 in the morning.
Harry had his hands over his ears. “Yeah, think that you could turn it up louder, Federson? We haven’t used the ignition coil for a while.”
I reached over and turned down the volume. “I don’t care when I get up today. I don’t know why I bothered to set the alarm,” I mumbled as I reached for my glasses.
“What are you going to do, skip all of your classes?” said Harry as he was putting on his shirt.
“There are no classes on Sunday,” I grumped.
“The crazy man is correct, but today is Monday.” And Harry went out the door.
Monday?
I jumped up, and for a second felt a terrific acceleration as I took a few shaky steps towards the window. I convulsively reached for the cord, opened the drapes w
