If it ever took a second to get to them like it had in the past. They went back to Emery’s and crashed. Raven was up by one. Knowing that if she didn’t get her sleeping patterns flipped back Monday was going to blow. Once she was up and about and had taken a shower, she packed her bag. That was her Sunday routine. She had everything packed up before everyone came over to Emery’s for the cookout, and then she went home with her dad. Raven breathed in, smelling Thelma Ray’s fried fish wafting through the house. She turned all the lights on and pulled the covers off the twins before she went downstairs. Sleeping was overrated—who could sit still that long? That was Raven’s view on the topic. Downstairs she snuck up behind Miss Thelma Ray and gave her a bear hug only to hear her chuckle. “Child, you ain’t spooking me. Your vim thrashes into a room long before you do.
