I was halfway through Diane’s favorite bedtime story “The Adventures of Princess Helena" when she shifted under the covers, her little forehead creasing with sudden thought.
"Renzy?"
"Hmm?" I looked up from the page.
"I forgot to ask the chef for a quick night snack I’ll be right back."
My brow furrowed. “Now? Sweetie, it's almost bedtime. Want me to come with you?"
She shook her head quickly, her eyes filled with mischief than innocence. "Nope. I got it."
Before I could protest or stop her, she was already out the door, her fuzzy slippers padding softly against the hallway floor. Something about the determined movement of her chin made me pause. That little girl was up to something.
Still, I waited.
Diane found her Dad in his study, where I knew he’d be. He was staring at his lapt
