“Anne, you have company!”
Anne opened her eyes, wondering who on earth even knew she was here. She hadn’t called anybody. She didn’t have any addresses or phone numbers. At least not any that weren’t outdated, a bad idea, or for people who wouldn’t likely want to talk to her.
“Be right there.”
She had to look at the clock twice. Three hours? She felt like she’d only closed her eyes. That had been her dad’s voice calling up the stairs though, so early evening did make sense.
A neat stack of paper on her desk told her just how hard she’d been sleeping. That was her list, and it was just as detailed as she’d expected. Her mother had had time to look it all up, get it all typed and printed, and bring it in without Anne noticing.
She’d needed the sleep even more than she’d thought. She had
