“What do you mean? We’ve been trying an alarm, but it’s been pretty marginal so far.”
“Get rid of the alarm. I’ll go over the rest tomorrow. One day won’t matter.”
By this point they had reached the house and the doctor, Jeremy, set her down in the kitchen.
“Thank you for the ride.”
“Your welcome, miss. Good night. See you in the morning.” He tipped the hood of his jacket to her as though it were a hat and left.
Grinning for another reason as well now, Mirka got ready for bed and put on her diaper feeling much better about it than before. By the time she got into bed the long day had again won over the brief excitement of the conversation with Jeremy and she soon drifted off to dream of the Southern Cross brilliantly crowning the midday sky.