The perfect solution to the Mooney woman problem had come to me in my sleep. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was only four-fifteen, much too early to put my plan in motion. Still, I was so excited with the thought of it that I got out of bed and put on a flannel robe against the early morning chill. Then I slipped into the big, fluffy bedroomers that Little Lloyd had given me for one of the birthdays that I no longer acknowledged. Tiptoeing so as not to wake the others, I went to the kitchen and started the coffee. The incessant rain we’d had all spring made the house feel damp and chilly, so I stood in the kitchen, shivering, while the coffee perked. I could see my reflection in the dark windows, but I turned away, unable to bear such a distressing sight for long. I went to the refrigerator, thinking I would make a piece of toast, then decided against it. When the coffeepot stopped, I went into the pantry and got a handful of Oreos, then poured a cup of coffee, turned off the lights and went back upstairs.
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