TARA'S EYE CRACKED OPEN and searched out the time on the LED clock by her bedside. 9:30.
Ohmygod. She rocketed out of bed and tripped down the hall, cursing the action figures and Legos in the floor. They were going to be so late to school!
Ginny looked up with wide blue eyes from her bean bag by the coffee table, her blocky stuffed bear, Lump tucked under her arm. Bugs Bunny sassed Elmer Fudd on the screen. Austin sketched at the kitchen table. He didn't even glance her way as she came skidding into the room.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"'Cause it's Saturday?" Ginny suggested .
"Oh." Tara scooped a hand through her hair. The last week had flown by, full of late nights knocking out several new pieces to take to the artisan market. Her body clock was all screwed up and she'd lost track of days. In the wake of the adrenaline burst that had propelled her out of bed, she felt the exhaustion that had been dogging her for days.