Some Lively Discussions
“HALLEIGH! GET UP HERE! She’s wearing his ring!”
Thomi, not fully awake yet, yanked back her hand and stuffed it back under her pillow. She’d awakened once earlier to the sounds of Rikki’s yodeling in the shower. Having no courage to face morning, or pull her left hand out from under the pillows, she’d let the uncomfortable sensations of dizziness and nausea persuade her back to sleep. Only to be so rudely reawakened.
Down in the kitchen, a baking sheet clattered onto the counter. In five seconds, Halleigh burst in, dragged Thomi’s hand back out from under the covers.
“Da-anng, he’s good!” she said triumphantly. She met Thomi’s annoyed gaze. “Told you! He’s a freight train, and you’re a mere roller skate!” When Thomi reclaimed her fingers, she dropped down upon
