“That does sound horrible,” said Flower. “Maybe you need to relax more.”
“That’d be nice except we are engineering students,” said Bridget.
“Well it is Saturday and I am going back to sleep,” said Flower. “I have a party to go to.”
“I’m going to try to get up. I’ll take a nap later.” Deborah sighed when she looked down at her wet diaper. It had been over a month since she and Derek had set up their fake fur farm and Deborah had yet to get close enough to the terrorist to dangle the bait in his face. Flower hadn’t even mentioned her uncle. In fact it was going to be the first of November tomorrow, which meant today was Halloween.