Chapter Twelve
Jessica lay wide awake in bed, staring up into the darkness. She was tired, the room was silent, and the bed was comfortable. She just couldn’t seem to turn off her mind long enough to get to sleep. Though she’d spent the evening working on Backstage and reliving her nights with Joey Jackman, it was Larry who invaded her thoughts in the late night quiet. She pictured him sitting at the table in her back yard, writing the letter she’d found on her return. She imagined him waiting for her call, not knowing where she’d been or for how long. She remembered her own feelings after she’d sent the book to him, how she’d nearly held her breath and then, gradually, begun to conclude that she wasn’t going to hear from him. She hated the idea of Larry going through that same process, f
