“Come in,” Tulip said, still not ready to leave the comfort of her bed. It was past 2 by the time she was done with the review of the file dada had given her earlier that day.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” dada said as he came to sit by her bed. Tulip refused to open her eyes even then.
“I slept late,” she reasoned, rolling to the other side of the bed. She was wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt so she wasn’t worried about being under dressed.
“Just two minutes,” he requested, and she forced herself to listen for a second.
“Okay.” She got up and leaned against the headboard of her bed.
“Good morning,” she said, trying to open her eyes.
“Sorry for disturbing you, but I have to leave for Bogotá. There is some emergency I’m needed there,” he said to her and from the tone of her voic
