Chapter 43

• Back at Florence’s house,
• Florence moaned, tossing on the soft mattress of her bed. Her body ached from all the dancing and running around — she had done all she could to make sure her party was the best. After all, she didn’t get many chances of having her house grandma-free.
• It was now time to wake up and clean the mess that awaited her. But she didn’t want to get up just yet. Maybe she could stretch in, get some more z’s. That’d feel good.