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Chapter 23 I woke up the next morning back in the built-in bed in my grandmother's loft. The minute I opened my eyes, I saw Lake Superior through my little window. And I could smell waffles baking on the waffle iron down in the kitchen. I swung my legs out of bed and once again recoiled at the cold touch of the wood on the bottoms of my bare feet. I definitely had to get my slippers unpacked. Wait a minute. How late had I slept? Andrew was going to help me bring the rest of my things down today. Had I missed him? I dressed in a hurry and ran downstairs, still pulling on my sweatshirt. "There you are," my grandmother said as I came into the kitchen. "I was just about to get you. Your cat's been keeping me company, but I really wanted to talk to you." "Do you want me to finish making t