CHAPTER 22

When I awoke the next morning, I was surprised to find myself alone. Norah and Moose had both managed to leave the room without waking me, which was almost as surprising as the fact that Norah had gotten up before me. She was not a morning person, and you usually couldn't drag her out of bed before mid-morning. Oh well, I thought with a shrug, maybe she was in a hurry to get back on the road.

I dressed in my usual jeans, and because of the cooler weather, I added a long-sleeved flannel shirt and a heavy pair of socks and boots. After brushing my hair, I left it loose to flow over my shoulders. It had grown since I'd cut my braid off last year and now reached midway down my back. A lot had happened since then; I reflected as I repacked my backpack and made ready to get back on the road. It had been almost six months since Grandma had left me at Celeste's house, and Moose was now fourteen months old.