I didn't wake up until Julia touched my face and sat beside me on my bed.
"Sorry to wake you, but Mrs. Wakefield is pacing in the dining room. She'll wear a path in the rug if we're all not in there soon," she said.
I sat up, feeling a bit groggy. "What time is it?"
"Eleven thirty. We're going to call it brunch, not breakfast. The boys are showering. Clifford is moaning about his hangover and swearing he'll never do it again. He will," she said, laughing. She nodded at some clothes she had laid out for me over a chair. "I'm sure they'll all fit well enough," she said. "I'm also sure they'll look better on you. It's going to be a beautiful day. If you're up to it, we'll do some of that shopping we left for the last minute."
"Thanks. Yes, I'll be up to it." I scrubbed my face with my dry palms and ran my fingers through my hair. As I did so, I looked about the room as if I expected either Daddy or Ava still to be there.
"Are you all right?"
