Chapter 19Amélie drifted slowly toward full wakefulness, savoring the feeling of warmth surrounding her.
Just a little longer, she promised herself. I can enjoy this just a little longer, and then slip away later today.
Rat-a-tattatatatatataatatatatat!
Amélie groaned at the sound of the woodpecker rattling the trees again. Opening her eyes, she sighed. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
The bird sang happily in response, and then began to hammer at another tree.
“Oh,” Amy groaned from behind her, “what the hell is that noise?”
Amélie sighed. “My personal tormentor.” She looked down to where Leah had buried herself, again, during the night. “How can she sleep through that?”
Amy shook her head. “Remind me to tell you some stories.” She reached across to run her fingers through Le
