A little Slumber
When they told April that she wouldn’t be sleeping in the attic, she had the nerve to thank them. “Reverse psychology,” she said with a grin. “I wanted the downstairs bedroom. More privacy.”
Amarantia narrowed her eyes. “We’re not susceptible to reverse psychology. We know all about it. Our father is a psychiatrist.”
“I’ve been to more headshrinkers than you’ll ever meet,” April informed them. “Tell them you can’t sleep and your parents don’t understand you and you can pretty much get any d**g that you want.”
John heard voices and came to the topmost stair.
“Well, well,” April said when he appeared on the attic landing. “Aren’t you gorgeous.”
It was not a question, and so there was no need to answer. John shrugged, but he didn’t disagree.
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