Peaches helped me clean the cuts as best we could, shifting the handcuffs up and down grandma’s arm so I could lay the bandages. Grandma didn’t even flinch when we dabbed on the rubbing alcohol. She kept her head down on the table, unmoving, but still awake. After that unfortunate task was out of the way, everyone paced around, wondering what to do next. We definitely weren’t going back to sleep. Not. Gonna. Happen. Aamod’s story had us more worried than a young Michael after a bad Jackson 5 performance. I even sneaked outside to make sure people weren’t surrounding the house. Luckily, I didn’t see anyone. We were fortunate that Robinson lived in a rural part of town. At some point, Bowser woke up and joined us. Robinson introduced him to Aamod and Naima, and then filled him in on the latest group gossip. Diego and Luna, however, still slept on like champs. They must have been so worn out from hiking back to town. I looked at my watch.
