G. had returned, and the night’s rest did me a world of good. I was a little nervous about falling asleep, because I’ve been known to have out-of-body experiences when I slumber, but nothing unusual happened to me during the night. At least not that I remember. I thought I was the first one up when I shuffled out to the kitchen, careful not to disturb Heath, who had been hogging the covers all night. The smell of coffee alerted me that I wasn’t the earliest of birdies up at five a.m. “Good morning, sweet pea,” Mrs. G. said, greeting me warmly. I gave her a hug and mumbled my good mornings before sitting down and reaching for a cup and the coffee carafe in the center of the table. “What’s gotten you up so bright and early?” I asked her. The scent of another delicious baked good wafted up from the oven. Mrs. G. lifted something out of her lap and I saw that it was a fishing vest.
