M y sleep was fitful on Thursday night. Actually I barely slept a wink. My conversation with Dassi and the other events of the day kept repeating themselves in my head spreading an unease through all my tired muscles.
Dassi realized there was something going on as soon as she met me in the morning cocoa aloft and long brown hair flying in the wind.
“Good morning dearie!” she chirped. I grunted.
“Looking a little serious for this time of day Lib. Care to share?”
