Chapter 23
I woke up the next morning back in the little built-in bed in my grandmother's loft. The minute I opened my eyes, I saw Lake Superior through my little window. And I could smell waffles baking on the waffle iron down in the kitchen.
I swung my legs out of bed and once again recoiled at the cold touch of the wood on the bottoms of my bare feet. I definitely had to get my slippers unpacked.
Wait a minute. How late had I slept? Andrew was going to help me bring the rest of my things down today. Had I missed him?
I dressed in a hurry and ran downstairs, still pulling on my sweatshirt.
"There you are," my grandmother said as I came into the kitchen. "I was just about to get you. Your cat's been keeping me company, but I was really wanting to talk to you."
"Do you want me to fin
