“I wouldn’t mind talking with you and the others about what we went through sometime, getting it all out on the table, but I think I’ve finally found the cure to my nightmares.” “Yeah? What’s that? You aren’t drinking, are you? Or taking medication?” JJ asked worriedly. Bob snorted. “No way. It’s Marlowe. Somehow, holding her at night . . . she keeps them at bay.” The look of longing on JJ’s face was so fleeting, Bob almost thought he imagined it. Almost. “I’m happy for you. Both of you.” “Thanks.”
