Chapter 28

“Probably enough. This is about when I’m ready to get up, anyway. Monty and Python like walking at dawn. Look. I have videos from Dad.”

They watched all three two times each, side by side atop rumpled white sheets at the foot of Stone’s bed.

“They’re adorable…like you.” Edison took the phone and set it on the white lacquer nightstand.

“I must look awful, all sweaty bedhead and wrinkled clothes.” Stone tried to smooth down both.

“Uh-uh.” Edison touched the same places.

“Coffee?” Stone stood.

“Sounds good.” Edison rose as well. “You relax. I’ll get it.”

There was a Keurig in the room.

“This place is a lot nicer than the dirty Doherty.”

“Ha.” Stone scooched back against the wall. “D-e-r-t-y.”

“Yup.” Edison tapped the top of the coffee maker while it brewed, to speed it along, or because he had the music in him, too.

“I know nothing about you,” Stone said.

“You know some things.”

“Very little. I could describe your body, if you ever go missing or something.”