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There were no more interruptions that night, though, and the sound sleep was eventually disturbed by a soft rummaging in the room. I creaked open my eyes and caught sight of my grandmother digging around in our shared bag. She was dressed and had her chipper smile on her face. Midge sat atop her shoulder and turned around to face me. He let out a few quick chirps like an alarm.
Bee looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. “Good morning, sleepy head.”
I sat up and rubbed one eyeball as the other glanced at the window. We’d covered the hole with a blanket, but the bright light of the sun streamed through the thin cloth and into the room. “What time is it?”
“A little past ten,” she told me.
My eyes widened. “Ten?”
She returned to making her bed, but nodded. “Yes. Apparent
