Just a quick cat nap – her eyes had been hurting too much to do a last proof for misprints anyway – and then Tess would go back to do some overnight work on the presses for delivery at dawn. That was the plan; she had just collapsed onto her bed in her narrow room (the girls’ rooms were all built less comfortably than prison cells, though Mia had double the space in their shared room whilst Amber was at school) and faceplanted straight into a doze when –
Yelling from downstairs. The place better be on fire. (Better not be, but.) “What is it?” Tess hollered back, her face pink from being smushed into the pillow and her hair going every-which-way about her face. “Saff –” she started, once she’d registered who it was yelling and where it had come... from.
Well, wasn’t this a scene. Tess had to bite down on the inside of her cheek, hard, and shake her head so as not to laugh out loud. “Some burglar you’d make, hm.” She commented, seeing the evident path sister had taken, toppling through the window – she was only missing the logic of it. She would rag at her after, but first things first, check she hadn’t broken a limb, probably. “Are you alright?”
Yelling from downstairs. The place better be on fire. (Better not be, but.) “What is it?” Tess hollered back, her face pink from being smushed into the pillow and her hair going every-which-way about her face. “Saff –” she started, once she’d registered who it was yelling and where it had come... from.
Well, wasn’t this a scene. Tess had to bite down on the inside of her cheek, hard, and shake her head so as not to laugh out loud. “Some burglar you’d make, hm.” She commented, seeing the evident path sister had taken, toppling through the window – she was only missing the logic of it. She would rag at her after, but first things first, check she hadn’t broken a limb, probably. “Are you alright?”
