Chapter Twelve
Brenda rolled over, laying her face in her pillow. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet. But she knew it was time to get up. She’d never had an alarm clock. Her body just knew.
But this morning she felt languid. She wanted to stay under the covers and snuggle. Gone was the anxious feeling that she had a million things to do. Absent was the disquiet that she had neglected some chore, and the screws were going to fall off her operation. Missing was the panic that she was running late, always running late, before the sun was even up.
The sun wasn’t up. But she had to get up. She had a million things to do. She probably had left a chore off her list.
Brenda rolled over onto her back. It was easy to open her eyes to the new day. Only moonlight showed into her window at this time of
