Chapter 14Chris woke up smiling, mostly because of Jamie’s awful singing, which had penetrated the veil of sleep and roused him. The bed was empty, and the noise was coming from downstairs where rock music was playing, and Jamie was attempting to sing along, obviously clattering around the kitchen as he did so. He got up and dressed, picking up their discarded clothing as he went downstairs and padded into the kitchen to see Jamie at the stove, happily frying eggs and bacon. Chris leaned against the door frame and shook his head, smiling. Helen had been right—Jamie bounced back like a rubber ball. You wouldn’t have known how much of a bad state he had been in the evening before, looking at him now making breakfast and singing.
“Well, you’re surprisingly chipper this morning,” Chris said,
