“I intend to do very little sleeping.” Olem leaned toward her, wiggling his eyebrows. “I don’t intend on sleeping, either.” Vlora rolled her eyes. “Because of my Knack,” Olem explained in mock earnestness. “I don’t need sleep.” “I know!” Vlora took the cigarette from him and took a drag before handing it back. She held the smoke in for a moment, then slowly exhaled it through her nostrils. “And you know exactly what I meant.”
