Chapter 12
Bill groggily surfaced. Seven a.m.
Crap! An hour late! He tried to leap into action, but his body totally failed him. Then he remembered where he was. No kids. No lunches to make, no need to double-check they had their homework in their packs.
He rolled over, but there was no one beside him. It was just breaking daylight beyond the lacy curtains. The room he hadn’t seen last night was now lit with a soft light. Everything that was utilitarian in the rest of Perrin’s apartment, had no place here in her bedroom. Here there were warm colors, soft textures. Rather than a closet, rather than just a closet, one whole wall had been turned into shelves and hanging racks. Here were the clothes, both casual and incredible, worn by both the real Perrin and the wild-girl she presented as
