“I’m telling you, the back is back. Lou, wake up!”
Lou stirred briefly, then was motionless again. David shuffled back into the living room and went to the oak dining table. He picked up Lou’s gin bottle—two-thirds empty—and shook it in Bill’s direction, offering a wordless explanation for Lou’s disinclination to get out of bed.
Lou addressed Bill from his bedroom.
“My, she’s in a state this morning. Stuff that bitch with a rag. She’s menstruating. Can’t you smell it?”
Bill got off the day bed and helped David put his mattress back on its frame. David had dragged it onto the floor sometime during the night, trying to make it firmer and less uncomfortable
The three of them had coffee in the suite’s small kitchenette. Lou sat on the counter, while David leaned against the refrigerator, and Bill stood in the door jamb. None of them said much. They had gotten up too early, which Lou blamed on David’s theatrical cries of feigned back pain.