And finally, without even taking off her clothes, she cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER 8
Next morning, early, Belle tapped lightly on Garlock's door.
"Come in."
She did so. "Have you had your coffee?"
"Yes."
"So have I."
Neither Belle nor Garlock had recovered; both faces showed strain and drain.
"I think we'd better break this up," Belle said, quietly.