High as a KiteTired, overwrought and in pain, Kit snivelled into her pillow. She’d locked the door on her self-imposed exile, much to the boys’ frustration. “Beave be!” she begged as Jerry rapped on the bedroom door. Her words sounded pitiful and upset her further at her inability to make herself understood.
“Should we break it down then?” Raki’s voice echoed in the hallway, and Kit groaned and wondered how she’d ever missed his scatter-brained suggestions.
“No!” Langdon intervened. “We will not break down the door! This is Kit’s house. Let’s give her a little space.” He herded the other two away from the door and their laboured footsteps tracked down the stairs.
She spent the next half an hour practising yoga breathing, although the inability to use her nose hindered the process. But i
