Hannah had been sleeping in Diana’s room since she had arrived and was already tucked into the right side of the bed. Apart from indirect light from the hall, the only illumination in the room came from a shaded lamp on the nightstand next to where Mara’s niece lay propped up by a large pillow. Mara stood at the door and watched her mother crouch on the opposite side of the bed, rummaging through the bottom of the other nightstand.
“Are you sure you don’t want to read about bumblebees instead? That one is really funny. You said you liked it,” Diana said.
“No, you promised dragons. I want you to read the one about the dragons,” Hannah said.
Diana looked up at Mara and rolled her eyes. “She’s so much like you were at that age that it is spooky. I’m going to have to run downstairs and see
