Marilyn
She could see the boys hovering at the top of the stairs, kind of peering around the corner at her. They didn’t have a bedtime on a Friday or Saturday night. It was nearly 8pm now, and although she was sitting on the lounge in full view of the stairs that led up to their floor, she was currently editing a chapter.
She wondered if they were looking for a snack or something to drink, perhaps. They did have their own bathroom up there, so they could get water from the tap, so it had to be food they were looking for. They had plenty of things to do up there, including watching TV. She’d not taken the remote for that away.
They’d been up there in their room now for just about four hours, and she knew either they were hungry or looking to be allowed out of their rooms already. She, ho
