She was constitutionally unable to sleep past six in the morning, no matter what she had been up to the night before, so this eight thirty in the morning thing was decadent enough
“There’s nothing to do. I’m just... itchy.”
“I’m aware. This is what you’re like when you don’t have something to work on. It’s not great. Once it gets dark and you’ve already talked to David, you basically turn into a zombie. Which is why I’m out here walking with you now, to keep you from eating the sheep.”
“I’m not going to eat a sheep,” Stevie replied. “Maybe an owl, though.”
“Crunchy, hollow owl bones. Delicious owl meat.”
“Or a moose. If I ever see one.”
“You get any new ones today?” Nate asked.
“Visions. Industrial dryer. Community garden.”
“It’s been a while since you got a vision.”
“It’s a nice change from everyone who has a neighbor who gets a boat and an oversized cooler,” Stevie said. “A lot of people buy boats and coolers. Only, like, half of them are serial killers.”