“No, not yet. It’s just that last night she stayed awake until very late, she had colic and between crying and kicking she didn’t manage to sleep much. And neither did I,” he explained with a growl. “But anyway, shouldn’t you be in bed already, Johanna?”
Yes, in Minneapolis it was ten thirty at night and when he called me I was about to go to bed. But it was almost ridiculous to see myself so dynamic after a bath, when hot water usually relaxed me so much that it made me very sleepy. I felt as if someone had injected a dose of caffeine directly into my veins.
His voice had that effect on me, no matter the hour. It reactivated me.
“It’s early,” I lied. “And I have to write a little.”
“… all right. I should let you work then.”
“No!” I exclaimed, scandalized, and grabbed the phone as if
