Coughing, jet lag, and sore ribs combined to wake Maggie. Kurt was sacked out on the far side of the bed and Mike was nowhere to be seen. She shuffled into the bathroom and took antibiotics and used the inhaler. Damn that stuff made her feel shaky, or maybe it was the inhaler combined with all the remaining crap in her lungs. Either way she needed to be vertical for a while. Clothes, there needed to be clothes. She felt cold. One of Kurt’s sweat shirts hung over a chair in the corner of the bedroom. She put it on. Pants? Erg, that required digging into her suitcase. No, maybe there was a pair she had left in the bottom drawer of the dresser. Oh hey, she was in luck. A pair of leggings was there.
She made herself tea in the kitchen, then went to the den. What the f**k? There were discarded
