Vanessa
Someone's knocking on my door, ruining the best sleep I've had since, well, since I left Brent's house.
Brent.
Immediately, I sit up and around.
The sun's coming through my bedroom window.
I frown because the attempt to orient myself isn't working.
Where's Brent?
The knocking continues.
It's not Bob's knock. However, I still recognize it.
"Grandpa Delta, I'm up, okay?"
"Listen, young lady, you have these men wasting their time out here waiting on you to finish your beauty sleep," he yells, "now, hurry it along."
Hurry it along? Did he just say that?
I grab my phone from the nightstand.
"Oh, no," I say and hurriedly leave the bed.
It's ten fifteen in the morning.
How did I oversleep?
After I pull my shirt over my head, I stop. Delivery what?
I finish dressing and op
