"Nothing," Billy assured. He lulled in the bed. It was a big one, larger than most they'd had the privilege of. He knew it had cost them extra, like the bath water and the laundering and the gin, but he could not be pressed to worry about that right now. Tomorrow, when he was clear headed, he would count their pennies.

Tomorrow, when he was clear headed, he hoped this revelation stuck.

He slithered up the bed, until he was tucked up against Goodnight's side. "What are you reading?"