Chapter 15Sally
Saturday morning was not good. Saturday morning was bad. Saturday morning was very, very, very bad.
I woke late, but late was still way too early for my head. The light was streaming through the curtains I’d forgotten to pull. I was face down. My duvet was half on and half off and one leg hung over the bedside. My head was on the point of implosion and my stomach felt like a tumble dryer full of bricks. I refused to lift my head. I thought that if I lay still enough, I may just go back to sleep, or better still, just die.
I heard a noise in the kitchen. I considered that I should get up. My clock said it was eleven. I never slept to eleven, but then again, I never drank to three. I pushed myself up onto my elbows which took more effort that it should. Slowly, Sally. I’ll
