Annie followed Auggie up. He dropped his bag by the door and sat down on the couch. Annie plunked down next to him and leaned into his shoulder. He shifted slightly, so they were snuggled up. Before she knew it, his breathing slowed and he was out cold.
...
Auggie was woken by a knock. He tried to maneuver carefully without waking Annie, who was curled up against his side. He slipped a throw pillow under her head and made his way toward the front door, tripping over the bag he hadn't bothered to put away.
"Who is it?" he asked as quietly as he could.
"Lucy."
He slid the door open and motioned for her to be quiet and follow him to the bedroom. "Annie's sleeping."
"It's about time you answered," she griped once the door was closed. "I thought you were supposed to have a heightened sense of hearing or something."
Auggie rolled his eyes. "For the last time, that is an urban legend that sets the bar too high for the people group most likely to accidentally walk into it."
"So your hearing isn't fantastic?"
"Don't get carried away. I was asleep. It was an isolated incident."
"All right, Daredevil, you'll get it next time."
"Do you have a place to stay?"
Lucy sighed. "Dad had already checked out of his hotel room. His flight out of here is tonight. And I don't have any money. So... no."
"So that's why you're here."
"That's why I'm here."
Auggie was overwhelmed with a keen sense of de ja vu. "Why don't you get some sleep? We'll talk later, okay?"
"Are you sure?"
"Go to sleep."
The sheets rustled as she made herself comfortable. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
As he turned out the lights and closed the door, he wondered if Annie might be right after all.
