I roll over in bed and get comfortable again, ignoring the spill of light seeping through the cracks of my drapes. My bed is comfortable, and I take full advantage, sprawled out from corner to corner.
I’m drifting back to sleep when my doorbell begins ringing nonstop. Annoyance lashes me like a whip. My sister isn’t supposed to be here until lunch and it’s only nine o’clock in the morning. I pick up my phone and look at my Ring. My sister’s chipper face fills the entire camera space.
“I brought drinks!” Pattie holds up a drink container with two coffees. “And treats!”
A white bag that looks as if it came from the bakery down the street is in her other hand. I’m hoping my favorite chocolate croissant is in that bag, although she has no idea what I like from that bakery since this is her
