CHAPTER 36
Springtime. I’ve always loved the spring. And today’s going to be perfect. Time to get myself up and out of bed.
Ow.
That sun sure is bright in my eyes. I love that Sandy has let me take over her guest room all these months. I just wish she had slightly better blinds. What this room needs are some heavy-duty blackout curtains.
A knock from the hallway. “Mia.” Sandy’s voice is cheerful. Melodic. Sometimes I miss Mom’s rat-a-tat-tat on my door so much it hurts.
“I’m awake,” I tell her.
The door slowly opens, and Sandy’s standing there in her flowered skirt, her hair hanging in one long French braid. Wispy strands of gray stick out around her temples. I hope I’m as beautiful as she is when I reach her age.
She gives me a smile. “You still want to do this?” she asks. “The wea
