A wonderful weekend morning can only be ruined by an alarm that you forgot to turn off.
Or a call at eight in the morning.
Emily's morning began with the bass-harsh notes of Vivaldi's Winter. There was only one person in her phone book whose call was assigned to this music. And only this person could have called so early.
"Hello," the girl croaked into the phone. The remnants of a sweet dream slipped away through the veil of closed eyelids, no matter how hard Emily tried to keep it.
"Baby, are you still sleeping?" the voice of the grandma sounded very surprised.
Most of the normal people do just that on their day off!
Emily sighed, "I was, Granny. I WAS sleeping," she replied, emphasizing each syllable. Glancing at the time, the girl groaned. "What happened?"
If the call was so early, then Madame Hayes was up to something. And this is something clearly related to her granddaughter.
