CHAPTER TENLarry Haden
Larry woke from his usual nightmare, his throat raw from gasping, Had he been yelling again? He never knew for certain, but there was nobody in his life, any longer, who could have told him. His quarters, being situated as they were in a garage apartment at the back of this estate he was caretaking temporarily, were too far from any of the distant neighbors for any shouting he might do to bother anyone. Maybe he yelled his guts out every night.
Who gave a s**t?
He swung his feet to the floor and noticed with wry amusement that he had gone to bed again with his shoes on. If he had been drunk or high on anything it wouldn’t have seemed quite so bad. He’d done that many times, when he was a college kid, full of beans. But he was straight and had been for a long, long
