—Much Ado About Nothing, William Shakespeare “I’m not staying in this bed a minute longer!” Bree shouted. She wasn’t in the best of tempers. Sasha was curled on the floor nearest her right hand. Once in a while he lifted his head and bumped her hand. It’d been a three-day hassle to get out of the hospital, and it was even more of a hassle to resist the efforts of her parents to take her back to Plessey. At least she was set up at the town house. Her mother and father had taken over Antonia’s bedroom. Antonia was set up in the living room on the pull-out couch. Bree herself was in her own room, propped up in her bed, feeling like a turkey trussed for stuffing. It wasn’t the disruption of her days that bothered her so much. The peacock pin was missing. And she couldn’t get up to search for it. Bree had discovered it as soon as she’d managed to go through her purse and her briefcase at the hospital. Flurry’s accordion folder was there. Her cell phone, credit cards, and driver’s license were there.
