But that time, I knew something was off.
I got up to an elbow and looked to the couch.
No Mo.
This was concerning, though some mornings when I woke up ina way I was awake, he wasn’t there.He’d be using the bathroom or doing awalk-through of the house, and then he’d come back.
I rested on my elbow listening in case that was what washappening, but I heard no noises from the bathroom or the house.
After Mo informed me the guy was there last night, he was soedgy, he was quietly wired, that live wire charging everything anywhere nearhim.
Even me.
I suspected he wanted to be in on the interrogation, or thetakedown, or the search of his house, or whatever they were doing, but he hadto stay with me.
We did our normal thing coming home, but when no word came,I’d had to ask him to talk me to sleep with his toes-to-feet-to-knees gig.
Not to get him to help me sleep, but to help him relax sohis vibe would leak out of the room and I could go to sleep so he’d at leaststop worrying about me.
Listening to his deep voice lull me, I did just that.
Now was now.
If they’d caught him, would Mo leave me?
If they’d caught him, wouldn’t he stay and pounce on me?
Considering I very much needed to have answers to thesequestions, I threw the covers back, twisted my hips and tossed my legs over theside of the bed.
Since the morning of the egg white omelets, I’d made a habitof wearing my most unsexy nightgowns to bed.
I didn’t have a lot of such items of apparel, though when Iwas on my period and feeling bloaty and devouringpopchipsby the bag, I went with one of those.
So this situation was taxing the limits of my unsexy stuff,but it wasn’t for that reason I hoped it was over.
And my sleep drawer included the one I was wearing, whichhad little straps but the rest of it hung from a high-ishneckline down to my upper thighs and looked like one, wide, white cotton smockwith a deep ruffle at the hem.
It wasn’t ugly, as such.But it didn’t make me feel like abombshell.
I went to the bathroom, the door of which was open.
No Mo.
Okay, I wasn’t liking this.
I crept to the top of the stairs and listened.
The house wasn’t exactly brightening up with the Septemberdawn seeing as Mo still had all the blinds closed.
And they were now closed.
No noises.
Shit, shit,damn.
I hoped the threat was over, I hoped Mo was off somewhere,having a quiet conversation or tying up loose ends.
But I should be prepared.
