Chapter 1385

• STRESS RELIEF
• After a tiring day at the office, my plans for the evening included very little aside from falling into bed and staying unconscious for ten hours straight. But, met with the sight in front of me, I was ready to admit plans could be changed.
• Wendy was laid out on the mattress, her head propped up on both of our pillows, and the bed made up with what she deemed our “good sheets.” The eight- hundred-thread-count set was a gift from her rich aunt and she refused to bring them out for daily use, instead saving them for only special occasions. Apparently a Tuesday night in the middle of January qualified.