Then it was Friday.
If it hadn’t been for Miss Gina asking him to help her clean out the attic, Ryan would have gone crazy. He knew she did it to keep him busy—and it worked. By the time they’d finished it was mid-afternoon.
“Go take a nap,” she suggested. “I’ll wake you in time for dinner.”
“A nap?”
“Yes. It’s the thing you do in the middle of the day where you lay down and sleep.”
“I’m too wound up.”
She pointed a finger at the stairs. “Do as mama says.”
“You are, you know. You mother all of us.”
“You’re my surrogate kids, since I don’t have any of my own. Be that as it may, take a nap.”
Surprisingly, Ryan was able to sleep, after taking a long, hot shower. A knock on the door, with Lizzie calling out it was dinner time, woke him. He put on jeans and a T-shirt, went down to eat,
