Despite trying every trick in the book, Beatrice couldn’t fall asleep that night. Images from the morning kept popping up, unbidden, in her mind. She stumbled out of the bedroom, reassuring a sleepy Wyatt who asked if she was okay, and curled up on the sofa with Noo-noo and her book.
Unfortunately, By the Pricking of my Thumbs was probably not the book to be reading if you wanted to erase a murder from your head. She was riveted to the story and kept turning pages until she reached the shocking conclusion. Then she glanced up at the wall clock and was startled to find that it was three o’clock in the morning. Noo-noo gave Beatrice a worried look, as if she knew it was far past Beatrice’s bedtime.
“Okay, I’m going to go to sleep for real this time,” proclaimed Beatrice to the little dog.
