She harrumphs for the nth time, and again, Trae’s snoring only grows louder and more irritating. Her throat feels really scratched right now after trying so many times. Uncle Chris hasn’t come back, and she really wants him to wake up before he gets home. While she waits for him to get back to life, she has slaved over the past two hours—sweeping, dusting and mopping—until everything is spic and span. It is not part of her Sunday plan, and there’s really not much cleaning needed as the house doesn’t get too dirty a lot. It’s just her and Uncle Chris, and they tend to clean as they go. She intends to spend the day brushing up on her notes and finishing Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express while curled up in her bed, slouched on the couch, sat Indian style on the big chair on the p
