Chapter 5
It was December twenty-third by now, only two days until Christmas. Baily was in his room, in bed, before the mantel clock even struck eight that night. Way too early for me to settle down, I found other things to do, like I had the night before. My nights are often busy, productive, in fact. While humans sleep, I get things done, sometimes so-called naughty things I totally get away with and some they never even suspect are my doing. About thirty minutes into my latest transgression—CRASH!
“Ginger?”
Dang! Busted. I’m usually stealthy and quite coordinated during nefarious operations. Del had left the lockbox teetering on something the night of the party, though, maybe something that belonged inside of it. My backside larger than I realized, apparently, I’d back into the thing
