Her eyes sprang open, the strangeness of the room reminding her where she’d slept. Quinn’s body didn’t lie beside her. She pushed the covers aside, prepared to search for him. The sound of his laughter put her at ease. Ruffled clothing wound around her body. She did her best to straighten them. Her hair must look a fright, but she exited the room to find out what was making her son laugh. The smell of coffee beckoned to her as she walked quietly down the hall. Sitting at the table and laughing were her son and Samuel. For a brief moment, she debated whether or not to interrupt them. Both of them stopped and looked her direction. Samuel rose and pulled a chair out for her. “Sorry Mom, I hope I didn’t wake you up,” Quinn said. She ran a hand over her hair hoping it wasn’t sticking up. “I have to say, I enjoyed waking to your laughter.” “Amanda, would you like a cup of coffee?” Samuel asked. People didn’t typically serve her she served them. Uncomfortable with the situation, she headed toward him to help herself.
