CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Hey, Mommy,” Chantelle’s voice came on the other end of the line.
It was morning and Emily was standing in the kitchen, wrapped in her dressing gown, resting against the work surface, using the vintage house telephone to speak to Chantelle.
“How was the superhero movie marathon?” Emily asked.
“Amazing! Can I stay at Toby’s today again? We’ve still got tons of movies to watch.”
Emily paused as she pondered it. “Did you get any sleep last night or were you watching movies all night?”
“We slept,” Chantelle said. “A little.”
“Have you got any daylight on your skin at all? Or are the curtains drawn?”
“I’m opening them now!” Chantelle said.
“Have you eaten anything other than popcorn?”
“Yes! Suzanna keeps bringing us fruit and vegetable sticks.”
Emily smiled to herself
