..."It wasn't said in innocence, but in wanting, a lusty growl to his tone. I had been snoring a bit when he came in, I heard myself doing it when I f...rst woke, groggily, and he must have assumed I was still out. I didn't know what to do, so I emitted fake, low snores now, to make him think I was asleep. I'm not sure why I did it, it would have made sense to just wake up and say hello, comfort him, but as he climbed in next to me, pulling up to my backside with his crotch, his strong arm over. He couldn’t make that arm work at all, and it hung, like so much dead weight. He got up and went into the hallway, turning right to go to the bathroom. When he finished there, he thought about the fact that his clothes were in the living room, and headed that way. As he passed her bedroom door, though, he paused, looking in, wanting one last look at her naked body.Her eyes were open.“Come back to bed,” she said, her voice muzzy.“Are you sure?” He felt immediately foolish for saying that.“Come. ’ Pete smiled, it was genuine this time. ‘I’m trying to learn how to peel out, but I don’t think it has enough juice.’ Sarah laughed. ‘That sounds like your father’s department.’ ‘Yeah,’ Pete said, keeping an eye out for the minivan. They both waited, and after ten minutes, a minivan pulled to the green patient-pickup-curb. Jeff waived and pointed at his watch, as if they were behind schedule. ‘Oh, silly.’ Sarah said as she made to grab the handles of the wheelchair, but once again, Pete. “What on earth did you make these pancakes with?” I asked the blonde, who I gathered used to be a 48-year-old Sicilian chef.“They’re something, eh?” she said, almost sounding like a middle-aged Sicilian. “We use a little something you Americans like to call ‘pot, ‘ I believe.”“No shit,” I laughed and Bud grinned, having asked the same question earlier. “Got to take that recipe home with us.”“That’s not happening,” she said, still smiling, “unless you buy the cay.”“Is it for sale?” I asked, more.