Very Non-Bobby Like

Billie Bob Jones

The next morning I found it difficult to climb out of bed. My throat hurt, my head was pounding and my body was doing no better. I barely slept the entire night and in total I could say I got three hours of sleep. 

No part of me wanted to make it down for breakfast with everyone today. I had no idea how I was going to face Benedito after the explosive night we had. How was I supposed to explain to Clyde what was going on between Benedito and me if there was obvious tension between us?

I did not know if Benedito was serious about his promise to let me have my space. He truly did not seem like the kind of man who would willingly back down from a situation.