I was relieved when Sam agreed to spend the night in the spare bedroom across the hal . He and I were both exhausted for different reasons. He was stil pretty shaky, and I helped him into the house. When he sat on the bed, I knelt before him to take off his shoes.
I brought him a glass of water for the bedside table.
I moved toward the door, walking as quietly as I could.
“Sookie,” Sam said. I turned and smiled at him, though he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were shut and his voice was already slow and thick with sleep. “You have to tel me what the cluviel dor is al about. How you made it work.”
That was going to be a delicate conversation. “Sure, Sam,” I said, very quietly. “Another day.”