Chapter 167

“Roni, what the hell.” Andy forced an eyelid open enough to squint at the phone. “It’s only nine in the morning.”

Roni did not have an indoor voice, and her phone-voice was made for yelling out-of-doors in New York City while she was dealing with foot traffic and climbing into cabs, so it was no wonder that Scooter rolled over in the bed and threw a pillow at Andy. “G’way,” he muttered. Roni squawked some more into the phone and Scooter groaned again, pulling another pillow over his head.

“Get up, get up, get UP, Andy, Andy, Andy, come on, we have so much to do today, and look, I already got coffee for you. Well, you can’t see it from there, but come outside. I’m in the parking lot.”