“What’s the matter?” she mumbled, his tossing and turning waking her up for the fifth time.
“It’s too damn quiet here!” he said through gritted teeth.
She sighed. “We chose this inn ’cause of it’s seclusion. The fishing. The reviews.” She added: “The price.”
He stared into the darkness.
“Do you want me to sing to you?” she smiled, crooked grin he couldn’t see.
“Gah! No!”
She poked him in the ribs. Harder than he thought necessary, but…
“Can I put on the radio? Softly?” he asked.
She nodded, nodding off.
One station came in clear: NPR. He finally slept.
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