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.

TV, and added, “Aunt,

eat together. I'll ask Tatum to make those

it—be right back!" Angelo didn't hesitate, darting

stop him. Her son, Alonzo, was spoiled rotten by the whole family-maybe too

kid loved his bed. Waking him was a chore she struggled with as

him. One whiny "five more minutes" and

weren't around, Alonzo would be late for school, no question- buried under his

Angelo bolted upstairs.

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

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

and Sis is back from her trip!" Angelo shouted. "If you don't haul ass Elora's gonna come back from her run and

cooking and Elora home. Alonzo dropped his hands, sat up, and scrambled out of bed. "For

I lie?" Angelo grinned. "Get up, quick-I've got

and stared at him, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

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