For all that she’d gotten in after dawn, Lizzie still woke up in the middle of the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. She looked over at her cousin’s bed to see that Siobhan was already up. But of course her bed was made—it didn’t matter that hotels had housekeepers, Siobhan couldn’t leave her bed unmade. Her few belongings were neatly set out on her night table and one half of the dresser, her clothes folded and put away, her knapsack in the closet.

Lizzie smiled. Unlike her own clothes and knapsack, which she’d tossed onto the chair in the corner last night and were still lying there all in a heap. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep some more, but even with the blinds drawn, too much light crept in through them. Finally she gave up, had a shower and dressed, then went downstairs to see if any of the other band members were up and about.

She found Siobhan in Cindy’s, the little restaurant/cafe off the lobby. The room didn’t promise much from its looks: painted cement floor, Formica table tops and mismatched kitchen chairs, old faded photos on the walls that weren’t hung for their artistic or historic value so much as that they’d simply always been there. But the band had eaten here last night and the food was spectacular. It was, Andy had said, as though the chef decided to go slumming after getting top marks at wherever it was that she’d studied the culinary arts, opting for this out-of-the-way backwoods cafe when she could have been the toast of the town at some five-star restaurant in the city.

Siobhan was sitting at a table by the window, reading a paperback. The remains of her breakfast were on the table in front of her, a plate with a few crumbs left on it and the inevitable pot of tea.

“Hey,” Lizzie said, taking the seat opposite her.

Siobhan looked up and smiled. “Hey, yourself. How’d you sleep?”

“Deeply, though I didn’t get enough.”

“That’s what you get for playing the night bird. I have to say I was kind of surprised to find you here this morning.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the last time I saw you, you were getting in your car and driving back to the city.”

“I didn’t spend the night here?”

“You weren’t in the room at three, which is when I turned off the light.”

Lizzie buried her face in her hands. “Oh, god. I was so sure it had been a dream.”

Siobhan set down her book and took off her glasses, laying them down on top of the paperback.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

Lizzie lifted her face from her hands. “You wouldn’t believe me in a million years.”

Siobhan’s eyebrows rose. “Now you have to tell me.”