“I got some stories you could write,” Grelich said.

“I’ll be pleased to hear them.”

“That’s for tomorrow,” Grelich said. “For tonight, what do you say we get some more sleep?”

Ritchie grunted his assent. Again, Grelich fell asleep almost at once. Ritchie lay on the bed and watched the lights and shadows on the ceiling. At last he fell into a slumber. His last thought was, more than likely there would be a tomorrow for him as well as for Grelich.