Buuuup!
Clack!
Clink!
Buuup!
The last sound woke her up. "Come on!" She groaned and covered her ears with the pillow.
"Buup!"
"Jordan! Why don't you bring the damn house down!" Gal screamed. Clink! "For the love of…" She screamed and stopped when she inhaled the detergent used in the bedsheets.
"Oh. No!" She exclaimed and threw away the bedsheets. She jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom to search for Sheryl. When she didn't find her, she splashed some water on her face and left the bathroom.
A robe laid on top of a chair, Gal picked it up and wore it. Her eyes found the art she saw the other night and shook her head. She couldn't remember if she had deciphered it or not. Maybe she should ask her brother.
Downstairs, Jordan and Sheryl were running after Timothy. Kate, Timothy's mother watched them and shook her head.
"She is good with kids," Kate commented.
No one answered.
