Pillow Queen

I looked at her. “Who are you? Are you some kind of an angel or something?” I was kind of kidding, but the bewilderment in my voice was real.

She burst out laughing. “Hardly,” she said. “I just. I really wanted to do a good job for you tonight.”

“What are you doing after we’re done here tonight?” I asked. “I mean, I guess nowhere is open.”

“What are you thinking about?” she asked. She pulled her hair out of its ponytail and...