Oh god! Vaguely, Deanna Hardison was aware of someone, some evil torturer, pulling back the curtains and allowing the crisp winter sun to flood her room. Darcy Hardison sat on the edge of her sister-in-law’s bed and impishly bounced up and down. “Ugh, don’t, I’ll be sick…” moaned Deanna from under the pillow she held tightly over her head. Darcy jumped up and began picking up Deanna’s discarded clothes. “What time did you get in this morning? We didn’t even hear you.” “I don’t know…” Darcy pulled out a clean towel and threw it on top of Deanna’s spread-eagled body. “Did you have fun last night?” “I don’t know…” “Do you remember anything about last night?” “Ummmm…” “Well, it’s 2.30pm, so you might want to think about having a shower, because sister, you reek of alcohol. Then if you’re up to it, I’ll fix you something to eat.” Deanna mumbled unintelligibly, and Darcy slapped her lightly on her rump. “Come on kitten, up and at ‘em.”
