Chapter NineteenRuth awoke, and her eyes opened. The pink light of dawn trickled through the window. She squinted at her watch and groaned. Barely 5 a.m. She shivered and burrowed deeper under the covers. Irene was right. A draft had wafted over her all night.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Irene’s voice sounded way too cheerful. Almost as obnoxious as Varis was during morning hours. “Time to get up.”
“It’s still night.”
Irene snickered. “The sun is rising; therefore, dawn has arrived. I warned you yesterday that morning would come early. Apparently, you didn’t believe me.”
Ruth scraped her tangled hair from in front of her face and poked her head from under the blanket. “I’m going to plead the Fifth Amendment.”
“You’re in England, honey. That won’t hold up over here.” Irene clapped her
