Time to crash.

Mrs. Ormond, who'd been tossing and turning half the night, finally drifted off.

They didn't talk again till morning.

Normally, she'd sleep till noon, but worry dragged her out of bed early today, despite barely resting.

Downstairs, Elora was still out on her morning run, not back yet. Tatum was in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast for her and her two siblings like clockwork.

"Aunt!" Angelo piped up from the couch, where he'd been glued to the TV. He jumped up when he saw Mrs. Ormond. "Good morning!"

"Angelo, you're up early," she said. "Your brother still snoozing?"

"I hit the hay early last night, so I'm up now," he replied.

remote, killed the TV, and added, “Aunt, I'll run upstairs

we can eat

Angelo

Alonzo, was spoiled

loved his bed. Waking him was a

whiny "five more minutes" and she'd cave

be late for school, no question- buried under

Angelo bolted upstairs.

door, he banged on it and yelled, "Bro, get up! You're

at the noise but didn't budge. He slapped his hands over his ears,

"If you

his hands, sat up,

lie?" Angelo grinned. "Get up,

stumbled over, yanked it open, and stared at him, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

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