"Mrs Trimshaw! You need to see this!"
Knock, knock, knock! A loud knock sounded on Jorge and Mirabel's room early the next morning, accompanied by a frantic voice. Mirabel opened her tired eyes to see Jorge awake simultaneously. He was usually an early bird and would have been awake by then. The bedside clock read 7.45 am then.
"Good morning," he whispered and tried to lean over for a kiss but felt a small block and remembered that they had spent the night with Collin sandwiched between them.
'This needs to be rectified,' he thought,
Mirabel smiled as she got the direction of his thoughts. She leaned gingerly over Collin and kissed Jorge but moved back before he could deepen it, to his disappointment.
The knock sounded again, and she groaned.
