Head in hands, she sobbed quietly. She'd been falling for Andy, her heart gave an involuntary jump when she saw him, now she felt it had shattered. Sh...e sat, her shoulders slumped, chest hitching with each sob.Gathering herself, she left the bathroom and walked towards the stairs. She heard Andy laughing, his voice getting closer to the doorway; she couldn't face him. She slipped quietly into Michael's room and closed the door silently, waiting in the shadows as Andy passed the door. Michael was. " Jeff nodded. "Well, Lenore - let'sget some food." 18. There was an open 24-hours International House of Pancakes across the street from the motel. Jeff and Lenore got a seat in the back of the smoking section and while Lenore ordered and then ravenously devoured a huge bacon, egg, and pancake breakfast, Jeff sipped from a cup of coffee. Finally, Lenore looked up at him andsaid, "So, is there were you start preaching?" Jeff smiled. "I'm just drinking my coffee." "Save your breath,". She fell heavily onto one of the beds, the plastic frame creaking under her weight. It was covered in pillows and seemingly random piles of sheets and blankets, more like a nest than a bed. Ursi lay back in the pile, her legs splayed crudely, and beckoned to Dennis with her clawed finger.“I am not accustomed to waiting, Dennis.” She was slurring her words, her usual regal and refined attitude forgotten as she presented herself to him, a bawdy smirk on her face.He shuffled forward, his erection. “Have you had much experience with petards, Fred?”“I were a quarryman before taking the King’s Shilling, Colonel. I know what I’m about around gunpowder.”We retraced our way down to the bric-a-brac room, where Fred Truman scouted about until finding a tin of the right dimensions for building a makeshift petard. I handed him my pistol, and unfastened my sword belt.“I shall try to gain access while you manufacture your infernal device, Fred. The percussion cap will make a good detonator, but I.