Chapter 52

Would he look unreasonable if he woke her at 4:30 in the morning? Well, maybe he would. He was feeling extremely unreasonable. And sick to his stomach.

He trudged to the bedroom, dragging his feet on the stairs, clutching the tickets in his hand. He’d be late. Time was money. They could lose hundreds, maybe thousands, of dollars. He needed to talk to her.

“Carol,” he whispered, rubbing her shoulder. “Carol.”

“Hmm?”

“Wake up.”

She moaned, trying to turn away from him.

“Come on, Carol. Wake up. I need to talk to you.”

“What?” she groaned, clearly annoyed.

“I need to talk to you before I leave.”

“Can’t it wait?”

“No.”

She cracked open one eye. “What is it?”

He held up the tickets, the early sunlight shone directly on the blue and white cardboard. “What’s this?”

She stared at the tickets for several seconds. “They’re tickets, Daniel. You can read.”

“Yes,” he said patiently, “I can read. And I see they’re tickets. Where are you going?”