Chapter Twenty-two
I woke up and felt my bed. Sam was gone. I opened my eyes. It was ten in the morning. I had a splitting headache and a stiff neck. So much for sharing a bed, I said to myself. I wanted to turn over and fall asleep again, but a strong urge to get a cup of coffee proved too great. I got up very slowly. I needed to wash my face and get dressed. I stumbled into the bathroom and found a surprise waiting for me.
Sam had left some artwork scrawled on the bathroom mirror.
Scribbled in red lipstick she had written:
Jack – had a wonderful night!
You need a ride – you have the number
See you for Melb Cup, cowboy!
Your Angel
She’d drawn a little angel at the right bottom corner. That put a smile on my dial.
I thought about Sam and how I’d gotten to know her over the past we
