I jerked awake, sweating profusely. The sun was piercing through the curtain-less bedroom window. I shook my head and got up, staggering to the shower. I turned it on cold, stripped and jumped in.
Was that Betty Finch I just dreamed about? I don't even know what she looks like. I'd have to find a picture of her. I would be more than a little freaked out if I recognized her from my dream, a woman I'd never seen.
I needed to see Mo and find out if she knew where I could get a picture of Betty Finch.
Neville Hunt 5 months ago
Mo did warn you, didn’t she?