Maybe you can’t tell the difference, but the fish can.“Are you sure you don’t want to go to church with us?”Katy stood in the doorway of Emma’s bedroom, looking young and happy and full of optimism. Emma raised her head just enough to puff up her pillow before settling back down into its comfort.“Come on,” Katy said. “If you hurry we can still make it and not be late.”Emma wanted to throw something at her.“This is the only morning all week that we get to sleep in,” she answered. “I can’t believe you don’t want to do that.”“And waste our only morning off?” Katy shook her head. “Besides, Josh needs to go, so I’m going.”“Okay, bye.”“Everybody in town is going to be there.”“Okay, bye.”“Curt will miss seeing you and you’ll miss seeing him.”“Okay, bye.”“Why’s Auntie Em not coming with us?” she heard Josh ask from the living room.“’Cause she’s a sleepyhead,” Katy answered.Josh giggled. “Auntie Em’s a sleepyhead. Auntie Em’s a sleepyhead.”Emma was glad to hear the door shut behind them.
