Cricket
The next morning, I padded into the clubhouse kitchen to find Poppy making a huge pot of coffee. “I love you the mostest,” I said.
Poppy grinned. “It’s funny that you say that whenever I’m making you coffee.”
“Do I?” I asked in a sing-song voice, grabbing a mug.
“It’s gonna be a minute, Auntie.”
I wrinkled my nose. “A minute’s not really acceptable, Poppy.”
“And yet, I still can’t snap my fingers and make it go faster.”
I sighed. “Rude.”
Poppy chuckled. “I know. They didn’t cover that in school.”
I smiled. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I’m always up this early,” she said, pulling cream out of the fridge. “I can’t seem to sleep in anymore.”
“Where’s Sparky?”
“He’s helping Sid with one of the outside lights. I guess motion was caught in that area behind the sign, but
