“Now that you have seen your daughter, are you willing to answer some questions?” Agent Ocala asked Dru.

He had waited until the doctor had left.  Now, it was just Cade, Drake, Dru, and the agent.

An orderly popped his head in the door.  “The other girl is asking for someone,” he said.  Drake had figured out that this guy was one of the undercover security men.  Drake was wondering how many more there were, though.

“I’ll go,” Cade said.  “Stay here with Dru.”

Drake nodded, not paying attention to the fact that Cade was giving him orders.

“Actually, you may both go.  I’m going to be questioning Miss Bassey,” Agent Ocala said.

“No!” Dru exclaimed.  “I want someone here with me.”

“I have to follow procedure,” the agent disagreed.

Dru’s temper started flaring.  “Someone is staying with me,” she said in an oddly controlled voice.

“I should probably warn you about her temper,” Cade advised.

“And the doctor did say to keep her in a stress-free environment,” Drake commented.

“Fine,” Ocala agreed hastily.  “Just this once.”

Cade left for Ivey.  The agent stood and closed the door, then sat down again.

“First things first,” he started.  “Is Mr. Burke, here, the father of your child?”

The question surprised both Dru and Drake.

Drake had not expected the FBI to pay any attention to that.  This, he thought, is where I find out if Dru cares about me at all.

Dru hesitated before answering.  She could get rid of Drake right now, the way she had wanted since January.  She could prevent him from ever coming near her again with a few simple words.  Is that really what I want? Dru questioned herself.  Over the summer, Drake had begun to find a place in her feelings.  She did not like admitting it, but he was a friend she would miss if she never saw him again.

Dru spoke the words slowly,  “What happened between Drake and me is not anyone’s business but ours,” she said, daring the agent to comment.

“I am afraid you are mistaken, Miss Bassey,” the agent said.  “The information we have obtained suggests?“

“I repeat,” Dru interrupted him.  “It is our personal business, and I don’t ever expect to hear you mention it again.  Is that clear?”

Drake very narrowly prevented himself from smirking.  In the first minute of her interrogation, she had managed to gain all the power, reducing the agent to an inexperienced idiot.

The agent had enough sense not to continue on that subject.  “Next matter,” he started, attempting to regain the professional image he had started with.  “Your father had a journal, in which he wrote daily.  Several days are missing, and we had hoped you have them.”

“Me?  Why would I have them?” Dru asked.

“Several of his belongings were sent to you upon his death, but not his journal, which was in the possession of your mother.  When she was caught, the journal was found, but several pages detailing what he found of Mark Burke’s operation were missing.”

This is what Marilyn planned, Drake thought.  She wants Dru to go home and get them, and then Dad would get them from Dru.

Drake was about to voice his opinion when Dru said,  “I’m sorry, the only things that I got were some knickknacks, pictures, and his Bible.”

“Are you sure there wasn’t anything else?” Agent Ocala asked her.

“No there was noth?“ She stopped.  “Wait.  There were a lot of papers in the Bible.  I thought they were about the scriptures, so I didn’t read them, but that might be it.”

The agent looked relieved.  “Wonderful.  Where is his Bible?”

“I hid it,” Dru stated.

“Would you like to tell me where?” he asked when Dru didn’t elaborate.

“It’s locked up.  I can’t get to it anymore.”

Agent Ocala was losing his patience.  He thought Dru was being obstinate.

“What do you mean you can’t get to it?”  He asked in a measured tone.

“Just what I said.  I couldn’t get it for you right now.”

“Is there anyone that can get to it?”

Dru looked away from the agent, her gaze settling on her right hand.  It didn’t feel right, but that wasn’t entirely surprising, because most of her body was feeling strange right now.  Then she saw it: her fourth finger!  The sapphire ring was missing from her fourth finger.  It was only a coincidence that they were talking about the safe when she found out the ring was missing, Dru tried to convince herself.

“Where’s my ring?”  Dru asked suddenly.

“You’re changing the subject,” the agent said sourly.

“No, you don’t understand!  When we were talking about the safe I was reminded of the ring because I almost put it in there, but I didn’t because I wanted to keep it with me.  You see, that ring is really important, because my father bought it for me for my birthday.  It’s really the only thing I have to remember him by that I can carry with me, and I’ve never taken it off, not even in the shower!  And I just realized that it was gone,” Dru frantically explained.

Drake had been trying to get Dru’s attention during her tirade.  “Dru, just listen a moment!  The stone fell out of the setting when you fell yesterday.  We brought it to a jeweler’s shop down the street.”

“Get it back,” Dru demanded.

“I can’t, Dru, it’s Sunday.  We’ll do it tomorrow.”

The agent’s eyebrows were raised as he said,  “Can we get back on track now?”

Dru was sick of him and his attitude.  “The Bible is in a safe in a bus locker and two of my friends each have a key to one of them.  But you are not going to get the Bible until I have gotten it.  I will not have someone going through my personal belongings.”

“Fine.  As soon as you are released from the hospital an agent will accompany you and you can get it yourself.  Is that to your liking?”

“Yes, thank you, it is, very much so.  Am I correct in assuming you are done with me?” Dru asked sweetly.

“For now.  Someone will be by later,” the agent spat out as he left the room.

Drake burst out laughing.  “I don’t know how you do that, Dru,” he said.

“All I did was tell him what I wanted.  He’s the one that agreed.”

Drake shook his head, still laughing.  When he stopped, he told Dru she was supposed to be released in three days, and Ivey in two.

“Ivey!  Is she out of a coma?”

“Yes, of course,” Drake said, puzzled.  “Oh, you were out when she came out of it.  She’s been asking for you.  Its been arranged for the two of you to share a room tonight.”

“How’d you do that?”

“I think the hospital has been told by the FBI to cooperate with us.”

“Hey, it works.”

“Yeah, it does.”

There was some silence for a moment, and then they both started talking at once.

“You first,” Dru said.

Drake nodded and said,  “Thanks, for what you said to the agent earlier.  I know you could have told him the truth, and I would have been out of here.”

Dru just nodded, unable to say anything.

“Why did you do it, Dru?  I have to know.”

Dru looked at him hard, staring straight into his eyes.  “I don’t know exactly why.  Something to do with the fact that I couldn’t live with myself knowing I robbed my daughter of the chance from knowing her father.  You have to remember, I grew up that way, without my father.”

“Does that mean you want me around?”

“Yeah, I guess it does.”

Drake was happy, very happy.  Dru wanted him around!

“For Chloe,” Dru added.

The happiness deflated at those two words.  “For Chloe,” he echoed.

“And maybe for me too,” Dru mused to herself, not realizing she was talking aloud.

“What do you mean?” Drake asked her quickly, not yet allowing his hopes to rise again.

Dru realized that she had been speaking her thoughts, and quickly explained.  “I don’t want to be alone, not with all of this still going on.  I don’t feel safe,” she admitted.  “You did say your dad is still on the loose, right?”

“Yes, I did, but I’m sure you’ll have lots of protection from the authorities,” he reminded her.  He did not want her to feel trapped by him.

She said softly,  “That’s not what I mean and you know it.  I need people I know, people I trust.”

“You said you don’t trust me.  Have you changed your mind?”

Dru nodded.

“Then that’s enough for me,” Drake said.  For now.
 

The release papers were signed.  Dru, Ivey, and Chloe were free to go.  They were escorted from their hospital room by the FBI into several cars, and then they were driving out of the city.

Dru was sitting in the back seat of a sleek black car, with Chloe in a newly bought car seat beside her.  Drake was sitting in the front seat, and an agent, not Agent Ocala, was driving the car, which was obviously made for speed.  In the red car driving ahead of them were two more agents and Cade, and in another black car behind them were another two agents, Ivey, and a nurse.  The nurse was along to help with Ivey, who hadn’t recovered completely, yet.

After they had been driving for about an hour, Dru finally asked,  “Where is it that we’re going?”

“It is a place in Missouri, in the Ozarks,” the agent driving said.

“It’s a large house built about a few hundred yards from a cliff.  The house itself is pretty, but the view from the cliff is beautiful.  You’ll like the place,” Drake added.

Dru was silent for a moment, and then asked the agent what his name was.

“Rod Wathall,” he replied stiffly.

“How long have you worked with the FBI?”  She asked him.

“Almost twenty years.”

“How long has Mr. Ocala?”  She continued.

“Two.”

“No wonder,” Drake said under his breath.

“Excuse me?”  Agent Wathall said.

“He was not very good at questioning,” Drake explained.

“And he kept getting mad at me,” Dru laughed.

“Mad?”

“And very sarcastic,” Drake agreed.

“I’ll have to have a talk with him,” Rod Wathall said to himself.

Dru asked him a few more questions, all of which he replied with short, sharp answers.  She soon lost interest in conversation and settled back to watch the scenery and think.

Dru fell asleep and awoke when Drake gently shook her.

“Dru, we’re here.”

Dru opened her eyes and saw the one of the most impressive houses she had ever seen.  The house was extremely large, probably qualifying for a mansion.  It was built in the Victorian style.  A porch with an exquisitely carved railing wrapped around the front of the house, and probably the back too, but Dru could not see.  A large bay window drew the focus in the front, but she could see something that looked like a tower in the back.

“What is that back there?”  Dru asked Drake.  “It looks almost like a tower.”

“A tower, Dru,” Drake laughed.  “No, you’ll see what it is later.”

Dru turned to get Chloe, and then climbed out of the car.  As they walked closer to the front door, which was located on the side, Dru saw that it was not a tower.  The porch spread out in the back corner so there was room for a good-sized table.  Above the extended porch, was a room with long, thin windows.

“Come on inside, Dru,” Drake urged as he gave her a polite nudge,  “there will be time to see everything later.”

Dru stepped inside the door and found herself in a marble entryway.  “How did they find this house?”  She whispered to herself.

Agent Wathall heard her and answered,  “A former agent told us we could use it as needed.  Until now, it has never been useful.”

“It is beautiful.”

From the entryway were three doorways, only one of them with a door.  One of the doorways led to a living room, while the other open doorway showed a dining room, both decorated in period furniture.  The closed door remained closed, and no one made any move to tell her what was behind it.

They walked through the living room, which boasted a magnificent stairway on one end and a grand piano on the other.  The color motif of the whole room was a rose color and forest green.  Drake explained that a door near the grand piano opened to a hallway, which led to the kitchen, library, and two rooms that the agents were using.

“What about the room in the front?” Dru asked.

“It is also being used by us,” Agent Wathall said from the second step of the half-spiraling stairway.

Dru and Drake followed him up the staircase.  The hallway had four doors coming of it, and then turned the corner.  As they slowly walked down the hall, Dru peeked into the rooms.  The first room on the right was a bathroom.  The first on the left had once been a study, but now had three beds in it.  The second on the right was closed.  The second room on the left was still in its original decor, a beautiful harmony of blues and greens, with two double beds in it.

They turned the corner and there were four more doors, two on the left, one on the right, and one at the end.  The first door on the left proved to be another bathroom, connected to the blue and green room.  The door on the right showed a room with three beds in it.  That room was decorated in a very masculine way.  The next door on the left had a large four-poster bed in it, bigger than a king size bed, with a lace bedspread laying on it.  The whole room was ornate, all done in navy blue, gold, and creme.

But the final room at the end of the hall captured Dru’s attention.  It was the room with the tall, narrow windows that Dru had seen from the outside.  The high ceiling had several skylights in it, which would allow the room to be filled with sunlight during the day.  The room was all in yellows, with the lightest color of wood cupboards and tables, and also a wooden floor.  The room was a nursery.  In the corner of the room, between a settee and window, was a rocking chair, meant for mothers to sit and rock their children to sleep.

Dru walked over to the rocking chair, but did not sit in it.  Instead, she sat down on the settee and looked out the window.  In the little light that was left, she could see the cliff in the distance.  It didn’t look beautiful, like Drake had said it would.  Instead, it looked drab.  The only things she saw were a few trees.

“It’ll be better tomorrow,” Drake said, reading her thoughts.

Agent Wathall cleared his throat.  “Would you like to be shown to your rooms?”

They both nodded.

It turned out that Dru was in the room with the gold, creme, and blues, and that Drake was in the room directly across from it.  Cade was in the blue and green room down the hall.

Dinner was in fifteen minutes they were told, and Dru decided to explore her room a little bit more before then.

A bassinet had been placed in front of her bed, so she layed Chloe, who was still sleeping, in it and placed a blanket over her.  Dru’s luggage had also been put in her room, and she decided to put it away while she had the time.

There was a ceiling-tall cupboard on one side of the room, and a dresser on the other.  The cupboard turned out to be a closet, Dru found out when she opened it.  She also found many clothes hanging up in it.

“What is this?”  Dru said out loud.

“I was told you would need clothes so I went shopping,” a woman’s voice came behind her.

Dru spiraled and saw a devastatingly attractive woman.

“Who are you?” Dru asked cautiously.

“Christine Fairbanks.  I live here,” she replied.  When she talked, her long, golden hair bounced just a bit, but enough to give the impression that she was animated, which she was.  Her voice and face were expressive.

“I was under the impression the FBI owned this house.”

“No, but I have given them permission to use this house when they need it.  I felt kinda bad when I just quit on them.”

“Why did you quit, and why did you buy me clothes?”

“Why did I quit?  Long story, a very long story!”  Christine laughed.  “And I didn’t really buy you clothes.  I was sent some money and your size and everything and went shopping.  It really was a lot of fun, buying without spending any of my money!”

“Well, thank you,” Dru said.

“Tomorrow we can go and return anything that doesn’t fit well.  I have to pick up some more groceries anyway.”

“Okay.  I should probably try some things on then,” Dru started.

“Oh, wait until after dinner to do that.  I just came in to help you unpack and see your baby.  I adore babies!”

Dru walked over to the bassinet and Christine followed.

“My, she is beautiful,” Christine voiced.  “How old is she?”

“Four days,” Dru stated softly.

After a moment, Christine said she would see Chloe again when she was awake.  They started unpacking the few clothes Dru had.

When they were done, they went down the stairs and entered the dining room.  Everyone else was already there, so they sat down.  Dru said a silent prayer and began eating as everyone else had already done.

The meal of turkey and mashed potatoes was nourishing, but Dru would have been thankful for anything at that point, because she had not eaten much for breakfast or lunch.

When dinner was over, after checking on Chloe, Dru went to the library.  All around the room were bookshelves filled with books of all kinds.  After looking for nearly a half hour, Dru found one she liked.  It was an old-fashioned romance novel, one of those perfectly modest and sappy stories that always made her cry.

She noticed there was a large TV at one end of the room and a couch about fifteen feet from it, and several bean bag chairs in between.  Dru decided to go get Chloe and then read some of the book.

Chloe was just waking up when Dru walked into her bedroom.  Dru changed her diaper and fed her, then went downstairs with her.

When Dru walked into the library, she saw Cade, Drake, and three agents watching TV.  “Well, so much for reading,” Dru said brightly.

“Reading?  Why would you want to read when you could be lazy and watch TV like the rest of us?” Cade said in a sarcastic, teasing sort of voice.

Cade and Drake were on the couch and the agents were on the floor in the bean bags.  Cade scooted over and made room for Dru to sit in the middle of the couch.  She dragged a footstool over and placed it in front of where she was sitting.  She put her feet on the stood so her knees made a backrest for Chloe.

“What’re you watching?”  Dru asked.

“Jeopardy!,” one of the agents replied.

“Who’s gotten the most answers right?”

Five voices said, “Me!”

“Let’s keep track,” Dru laughed.

Cade stood up and found a tablet of paper, and handed it to Dru.

Drake burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Cade asked.

“Chloe’s eyes were following you when you got up and sat down,” Drake said, still laughing.

“Babies do that all the time, Drake,” Dru told him.  She turned to Cade and said,  “Here, you keep score.”

“I don’t want to.  Here, Drake, you do it.”

Drake reached over and took Chloe our of Dru’s lap.  “Now you can keep score.”

Dru agreed and wrote down their three names.

“What are your names?”  Dru asked the agents.

Dru wrote them down as they answered.  There was Russell, Russ for short, a tall, blond.  James was also tall, taller than Drake, and he had dark skin with black hair.  Finally, there was Jarod, who was shorter than all the other guys in the room.  James and Jarod had thick builds, like Cade and Drake, but Russ was the kind that had probably been compared to a pencil many times in his life.

After the next question was asked, everyone started talking.

“It’s Rome,” James said.

“It is not, it’s Constantinople!” Dru exclaimed.

“I’d have to say Rome,” Cade agreed.

Russ, Drake, and Jarod all went with Dru on Constantinople.

Tina, the winning player in the game on TV, got the answer correct with Constantinople.

“Told you so,” Dru quipped as she etched marks on the tablet.

The game went on, with friendly arguments and many outbursts.  At one point Chloe started fussing and Dru had to take her out of the room, but she quieted down and Dru rejoined the group.

A lady leaned in the door and said,  “I’ll take There’s Ice-Cream in the Kitchen for 400, Alex.”

“Thanks, Lydia,” James said.  “We’ll be there in five.”

“Who was that?” Dru asked.

“Lydia, she’s another agent,” Cade answered quickly.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t know anything around here?” Dru asked.

“Ivey knows less than you do,” Drake said after a moment.

“Where is Ivey?”

“She got tired and went to bed early.”

“Oh.”

The game continued, and it ended up with James winning, then Drake.  After that was Dru, Russ, Cade, and Jarod.

They filed into the kitchen.  Dru didn’t want any and sat down off to the side as the guys all piled ice-cream into their bowls.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like any?”  Lydia asked Dru.

“I’m fine.”

Lydia dished some up for herself and then sat down next to Dru.

“You’re sure you don’t want any?” Drake asked Dru.  “Look at it, it looks so good!  Can’t you hear it?  It’s calling you, Dru.  It’s saying,  ‘Dru, eat me.  Come eat me now!’”

“Well, why don’t you hand me your bowl and let me try it,” Dru gave into the temptation.

Drake handed her his bowl and Dru tried a spoonful.

“Ew!  What is this stuff?”

“Cappuccino Cream,” Lydia replied.

“I don’t like coffee,” Dru explained.

“Let me get you some water,” Lydia said, jumping up.

Dru started to protest but she was already handing the water to Dru.

“Lydia made dinner tonight,” Russ commented.  “You’d never know it, but she’s a gourmet chef.”

“I am not!”

Jarod said,  “Don’t listen to her.  She’s a great cook.”

“There’s a difference between agreeing to cook all the meals and being a gourmet chef!”  Lydia declared.

“You’ve got cooking duties?” Dru asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to have to watch the cameras, so this is what I got stuck with.”

“Cameras?” Dru asked, confused.

“Oh!  We haven’t told you about the cameras yet,” James explained.  “There are forty security cameras throughout the house.  In every room, bathroom, walk-in closet, hallway, you name it.”

“Not only are there cameras, there are intercoms.  Someone will go up and show you where everything is in your room.  You can turn the cameras off why you’re changing or taking a shower, or whatever.  After two minutes in the bedrooms and rooms, and five minutes in the bathrooms, someone will get on the intercom and ask if you’re still there,” Russ told her.

“Is there anything else I should know?” Dru asked.  “Since you guys keep springing things on me.”

“There are a few guys in another room monitoring the cameras on screens.  We relieve them in two hours.”

“Other than that, nothing else,” Lydia finished.

The conversation switched and soon everyone was done with dessert.  Chloe had fallen asleep during that time and Dru announced she was going upstairs.  Russ went up with her and showed her where the cameras and intercoms in her room were.

There was a camera facing the side of the room with the bed, and one facing the opposite end of the room.  The bed was under a window which looked out on the cliff, and the door to the bathroom was on the other end of the room.  The camera in the bathroom was above the door.  All of the cameras in the house were camouflaged so Dru couldn’t see them even when she knew where they were.

There were three intercoms in the room.  One was at the head of her bed, but she was only to use that in an emergency.  In a normal case, she was to use the one right by the doorway; if she was in the bathroom at the time, she was to use the intercom in the bathroom.  All of the intercoms had a button that turned the room’s cameras off, a button to talk to the people in the security room, and a speaker.

Russ went over it a few times with her, to make sure there were no mistakes.  She changed into the flannel pajamas Christine had gotten for her after Russ left, and tried out the system flawlessly.

Chloe was still asleep, probably out until her next feeding, so Dru climbed onto the large bed and started reading the book she had picked from the library.  An hour passed without Dru even realizing it.  The book was intriguing, and the bed comfortable.

The bed was much larger than a normal kind size bed, and Dru figured the sheets and bedspread were probably custom made.  It was a high, four-poster bed.  The bed was more than half of Dru’s height.

At about ten, there was a knock on the door.  Lydia and Rod entered.

Rod said,  “I was told you’ve been shown the cameras and intercoms?”

“That’s correct,” Dru confirmed.

“Your doctor only released you on certain conditions,” Rod started.

“Yes, I know.  I’m supposed to be under the least amount of stress possible, and I need to get plenty of rest.”

“Plenty of rest is what your doctor was worried about.  He insisted on you not getting up in the middle of the night to feed your daughter, and her not even being in your room.”

“But?“

“I’m sorry, but this is not up for discussion.  Lydia is taking your daughter into the nursery and will care for her through the night.”

After trying again to keep Chloe with her, Dru relented, and allowed them to wheel the bassinet out of her room.

Less than five minutes had passed after they left when another knock sounded on the door.

“Come in,” Dru called.

Drake opened the door and stepped into the room.  He hit the intercom button and said,  “I’m going to be talking to her for awhile.  Can you just mute it?”

“Sure thing.  Just buzz us when you leave,” came the reply.

“Mute it?” Dru asked.

“They can do all sorts of things with them.”

Dru sat up on the bed when Drake sat down at the edge of it.  “What do you want to talk about?”

“About Chloe,” Drake answered her.  “What do want my role to be in her life?”

Dru answered him with a question of her own.  “What do you want to be to her?”

“You already know that.  I want you to marry me and then I’ll be her legal father, as well.”

“Seriously, Drake, what do you want to be to her.”

“I am serious, Dru!  I want you to marry me!”

Dru was silent.

“But since you can’t answer me on the marriage question right now, what do you want me to be to Chloe?”

“I want her to know you, not just know you’re her father.”

“Then tell me how that is going to happen.”

“You could visit every now and then.”

“What if I don’t live near you?  I don’t know what you plan to do with your life, but I’d like to actually start my career.  I’ve put it on hold long enough!”

Dru fell back on to the pillows.  “I don’t know.  We can work something out.”

Drake layed down on the other side of the vast bed.  “Eventually, when Chloe gets older, she’s going to find out what happened.  She’ll start asking questions.  And she won’t let you get away with vague answers.”

“I know.  Maybe when I’m older, and I still haven’t found anyone, then maybe I could marry you if we still haven’t worked this matter out.”

“Putting the matter off won’t help anything.”

“Well, what do want me to do, Drake?  I could fall in love a year from now and live happily ever after.  What would I do then?  And for that matter, you could fall in love a year from now, too.”

Drake turned to her, resting his head on his elbow.  “I already love you, Dru.”

She gave him a quick glance, and then continued to stare at the ceiling.  “You don’t love me,” she stated.  “You feel guilty about what happened and have twisted that into thinking you have feelings for me.”

Drake reached over and turned her head to face him.  “Dru, I think I know my feelings better than you do.”

“You’ve just convinced yourself because of the guilt you’re carrying around,” Dru said as she pulled the covers up around her neck.  Drake was weighing them down and moved when she pulled.

“You know what I think?” Drake mused.  He was sitting very near her, towering over her.

Softly, Dru said,  “What do you think?”

“I think you know I love you.  And I think you’re just denying it because you’re afraid of what may happen if you admit it.”

“Why would I be afraid to admit it?”  She asked him in the same soft tone.

“Because then you would have to do something about it.”

Dru squirmed just a bit.  There was not anywhere she could go to escape his penetrating gaze.  One of his arms was braced on one side of her, the other, on the other side, and he was staring into her eyes.

He started leaning down toward her, and she didn’t move.  He kissed her, a long, sweet, tender kiss.

When Dru made no move to push him away, he kissed her again, but not so sweet and tender this time.  He started pulling the covers away and was quickly holding her to him.

“No, Drake,” Dru said softly.  “You need to go.”

Drake didn’t move.

“Please, Drake.”

“Do you know how hard it was for me when we were traveling together?  You were only on the other side of the wall!  And then seeing our daughter, and you unconscious.  And, now, the first time I’ve gotten close to you without you stiffening or pushing me away, and you want me to get up and leave.  I’ve wanted you for so long, Dru, so long!”

Dru swallowed hard.  “Please, Drake, don’t do this.”

Drake brushed a light kiss on her lips, and then quickly got out of her bed.  When he reached the door, he said,  “I’m leaving now, Dru.  And I won’t be back until you ask for me.”

Drake punched the button and informed them that he was gone.

Dru lay without moving for a long time, thinking about what had happened.  Then she turned over and fell into a fitful sleep.
 

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