Hot Damn.”
Sherry opened one eye and saw a pretty girl of about twelve, dressed in jean and red plaid shirt, standing just inside the doorway. Dark braids dangled across her shoulder.
“Hot damn,” thebgirl repeated, smiling as if it was Christmas morning and she had found Santa sitting under the tree waiting for her.
Sherry levered herself up on one elbow and squinted against the light. “Hello.”
“Howdy,” thebgirl greeted eagerly with wide grin seemed she had only been asleep as a matter of minutes. If I had been rude to do so , she would have fallen back against the thick down pillow and covered her face with the sheet.
“Eight-thirty. Where’s Dad?”
“Uh... you are Heather?”
“So he mentioned me, did he?” She asked gleefully. The girl walked into the room and kept onto the mattress maki
