Jade is sleeping in the basement here at the cabin, so that she and Halia don’t disturb each other at bedtime, and because the basement is far cooler than the top bunk she was sleeping in upstairs. Michael is sleeping with her down there, while I’m upstairs with Halia, with a fan pointed at my body to ward off the heat.
At 6:30 this morning, Jade climbed up the two flights of stairs and came into my room, weeping.
“I’m hungry!” she wailed. This is my regular wake-up call most mornings. But I shushed her groggily, not wanting Halia to be woken, not really wanting to wake up myself.
“Why didn’t you tell Papa you wanted breakfast?” I whispered to her.
“Because he’s still asleep,” she sobbed.