A cold September wind cut through the thin protection of her pullover, and she scrambled to put on the flannel shirt rolled up in the grocery bag. A large, solitary moon hung over the water in the distance, lending its light as her eyes grew accustomed to the dark. So this was freedom. From here on out, no matter what happened, things could only get better. * * * * The smell of rich coffee stirred Terry Davis from his sleep, long before he intended to drag himself out of bed. Hadnt his best friend in all the world, John Johannes, promised to sleep in this morning? After a late night of conference calls with the tech team in Osaka, Terry had been clutching to the promise of catching up on lost sleep. The mini stampede outside the bedroom door made him groan. Reaching with one hand, Terry blindly grasped at the LED clock on his night table, while hushed giggles crowded around his door. Eight-thirty. Okay, not as bad as Terry had thought. The fatigue pulling at his eyes, however, made him feel as though hed just fallen into bed. Un-cle Ter-reeee, a singsong voice called to him through the closed door. Im still sleeping, he answered, rubbing his aching eyes. Then why are you talking? came the voice. Terry grinned. Im talking in my sleep. No, youre not. Yes, I am.
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