He didn’t know how much time had gone by, but it must have been about three hours.
He was wide awake, instantly, and alert as a strung bow, but without the least movement.
“Who is it?” he mumbled grumpily, and even then he could see her clearly in the doorway.
“It’s Hazel Green. I didn’t mean to disturb you. Some people came in late and held me up.”
“That’s all right,” he said, and sat up.
She came in and shut the door behind her, and stood looking down at him.
“Everything all right?”
“Yes, thank you, ma’am.”
“What’s your name?”
He remembered that she had never asked him before.