Chapter Eleven
“Will you two sit still?” Lir heard his daughter snap at the twins. “You’re the ones who wanted this dye in your hair for spirit week. I can’t do it if you’re squirming all over the place.”
Lir sat at the kitchen table, watching his daughter fidget with her younger brothers. He had looked forward to a lazy Sunday morning after being out late last night, but the noise in the kitchen had roused him out of his sleep until he slid out of bed to find out what was happening. That’s when he found the scene at the sink, forgetting he gave the twins permission to have their hair dyed. Apparently, they didn’t want to wait until their father woke up on his own and had drafted their sister for the task.
The school was hosting some festive days for St. Patrick’s Day over the next week
