"Okay," Wyatt answered in a ready-to-sleep-hoarse voice.

Ronnie took Wyatt's hand and headed down the hall to her room, Mugsy following close behind. When she opened her bedroom door, Mitch was asleep, his reading glasses on and a newspaper on his face. Ronnie held a finger over her mouth, and said, "Sshhhh."

"Mugsy, you can sleep with Mr. Wyatt tonight. He needs your company and your warmth." She whispered, glanced at Wyatt, "He really does keep you warm."

"Come on ...