“Why do we do this to ourselves?” she wondered. “Family. And the glamour of being kinsmen.” His words dripped sarcasm. “So much glamour. Sometimes I am so glamorous I forget to take a shower for three days and sleep in my office.” “Sleep? What is this luxury? Sleep is all about relaxation. Soft bed, warm covers. I haven’t slept since last month.” She looked at him, not sure if he was joking. Today was the seventh. Technically, with the right boosters, it was possible. “I don’t sleep. I pass out, and before that I lie awake making mental checklists, until my brain shuts down
