Lottie

“He never sleeps.”
“Never?”
Johnny takes the photo album from my lap, and opens it up. “Three or four hours a night, tops. I don’t know—I never sat there and timed him. He’s out almost every night, doing who the hell knows what.”
“Hm.” I give a little laugh before I climb to my feet. “Maybe he’s Batman.”
“I can totally see that.”
― Nicole Christie, Slow Burn