Harriet was asleep on the couch at the foot of her bed, and Christine's rooms were empty.
And yet they looked just as human, you wouldn't 'a' believed it; just like they was asleep.
Jim said he hadn't been asleep; he just shut his eyes so he could listen better.
What was it, then, that had made her as if asleep, in her late restless waiting?
More than life he wanted her, ...