10
The sound of cursing and the smell of something burning woke Tonya the next morning. She pushed her disheveled hair out of her face and sat up. Early morning light streamed in through the large windows that looked out over the dunes.
She quickly threw back the covers and scrambled out of bed when she heard the clatter of a pot hitting the floor along with more cursing. Stumbling down the hallway to the kitchen, she took in the scene in front of her. The kitchen looked like a tornado had struck. There was a mess of broken eggshells on the counter, smoke was rising from a pan on the gas stove, and Ashure was practically covered from head to toe with flour.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, hurrying over to the stove and removing the pan before its contents caught on fire.
Ashure gla
