Five-thirty AM and Molly Fitzgerald wakes to the dim, rainy morning and all its cacophony -- most noticeably the insistent low beep alerting her to the fact that Speedy can’t find his charger and is running low on power. Her headache from last night hasn’t gone away -- it seems to have only gotten worse. A combination of dehydration, the sudden change in the weather, her body’s protests over the way she slept last night -- is it the mattress? Maybe it would be worth asking Uncle Henry for a f. . .
Five-thirty AM and Molly Fitzgerald wakes to the dim, rainy morning and all its cacophony -- most noticeably the insistent low beep alerting her to the fact that Speedy can’t find his charger and is running low on power. Her headache from last night hasn’t gone away -- it seems to have only gotten worse. A combination of dehydration, the sudden change in the weather, her body’s protests over the way she slept last night -- is it the mattress? Maybe it would be worth asking Uncle Henry for a f. . .