With the whole world at her doorstep, what she wanted was completely out of reach! Pollony's dream formed around a glare of light, a tang of men's lotion. Then she was awake to Brendel poking her. "I'm hungry." She struggled to burrow back into sleep. "I'm starving, kid. I can't sleep." She bleared at the timespot. It was three a.m. "Go 'way." "Aw, gimme an omelette." Brendel ate a lot lately. His features were coarsening from it; his body was plumpening. She argued and protested and whined, and