The raindrops were not heavy, but they brought a chilly moisture and fell accurately on his forehead. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the yellowed and peeling ceiling. A winding water stain was like an ugly earthworm, crawling down the corner, leaving a dark mark on his washed white quilt.
"Fuck."
With a low curse, Lou Sivier sat up with his arms propped up, his hangover headache still throbbing.
