Two Hundred and Twenty Three

“We have to get the key. No matter what method we use,” Terrence said.

I laughed and thought Terrence was crazy from sleepiness. I ignored Terrence. Pull up blankets and make pillows as comfortable as possible.

“Do you want to steal the key? What should we do if Grandma finds out that we stole the key?”

“We can come up with an excuse to answer Grandma's question,” Terrence replied to my question.

I’m not calm.

“There are a lot of oddities that bother my mind. Boy ... if that rotten man were still alive he would be a threat to our peaceful life,” Terrence muttered.

I yawned. I rubbed my eyelids with the back of my hand and complained. The sound of birds and chickens sounded loudly indicating that the day had begun. The cold morning dawn made me unable to think straight. Terrence mumbled telling me to get some sleep. He caressed my belly gently hoping to get a little movement from the little angel in there.

“Morning is coming soon, you'll feel dizzy if you don't get enough sleep.” Terr