Chapter 7 Day Seven; Wednesday June 16, 1949
The smell of coffee woke me up.
Looking at the other side of the bed. I saw the covers rolled back where Brenda had gotten up before me. Something that didn't happen too often. I lay still for a moment. Then it came back to me. I’d been up all night at Lens’ Printing office. Looking at my hands, the tell tale stain of black ink proved I wasn’t imagining it. I considered going back to sleep. But I knew that was impossible. Sensing a movement I shifted my eyes towar...