The bloated form under the sheets shuddered slightly and grumbled searching for a sympathetic response.       

     "Bill.  Bill."

     No answer.  

     "Wake up!  For Heaven's sake, what kind of a man are you?  There could be a murderer outside our window and you're just gonna sleep through my death.  Well I'm not having it."

     "It's just Florence," said Bill, refusing to open his eyes.  "Who else walks around at night?" he groaned.  

     "Listen. I'm beat dear.  You ought to know we had a rush of customers today.  Just go tell Sandra to watch her."

     The bed creaked in the next room, followed by footsteps down the hall.  "Mother?" came a voice from the other side of the door.

     Rosemary yelled across the room, "Sandy?  Is that you hun?"

     "Can I come in?  I think Florence needs our help."

     "Alright I'm comin." she said as she headed to the dresser for her robe.  "Lord knows your father won't help."