After cursing the water heater for a good fifteen minutes, I finally manage to make it produce something not exactly hot, but at least somewhat bearable and I stand under the stream of water, hoping it will relax my neck and back muscles, but it’s not much help, I still have the dull headache by the time I finish getting dressed and wander out of the bathroom. On my way out, I check both Amara’s and Brayden’s rooms, but they’re empty and there are voices coming from the direction of classroom, so I figure my kids are probably both in there.
I feel a little pang of guilt about Amara possibly having missed her breakfast, but since she and the twins are sharing the bedroom now, I am mildly hopeful that she tagged along when Trudy got her kids something to eat and hasn’t gone hungry.
I’m glad I don’t have clinic duty today, or I would be seriously late.
I walk downstairs, with the only aim to get coffee and feel alive again. Salene’s sudden shouting is not helping, she’s standing by the grille. “Could you tone that down a little?”
I look around somewhat confused, who it is she’s trying to help exactly? Sammy? He’s trying to walk through a drawn grate by the looks of it and muttering something I can’t hear. I frown a little, maybe it’s me but it seems unusual even for Sammy.
“What’s he looking for?” I add to the previous question, directed at Salene.
“Um, it’s crafts. I’m … way ahead, so I was, excused.” Brayden tells Patsy, while taking Lottie’s suggestion and pretending to find himself a mug to drink from. He carefully avoids looking straight at Patsy, pretty sure she could detect his lie if he did so.
“Thanks, I’d like some tea.”