Chapter 38
Natalie
The next morning, my mom woke me up at the c***k of dawn with the vacuum cleaner.
I covered my ears and groaned. “Mom, what are you doing?”
“Oh, Natalie!” she said as if she hadn’t known I was lying there.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You knew I was sleeping.”
“Well, now that you’re up, you want to help me?”
I laughed at her ludicrousness and decided, What the hell? “Fine. What do you need help with?”
“Excellent, honey. So glad to have you home. Meet me in the attic.”
After a quick shower, I yawned dramatically and climbed the stairs to the attic, which was a complete clusterfuck.
My mother brightened at my appearance—the tie-dyed shirt and bell-bottoms. “Oh, Natalie, you’re so yellow again.” She mimed my aura. “There’s my bohemian girl.”
I grinned at her and c
