Castaway Von s HavenChapter 63
A squeaky door swung opened, bringing my sleepy brain back to awareness. My heavy eyelids fluttered, squinting against a sudden flood of sunlight. The low-hanging sun backlit a pregnant form standing in the open doorway; a western window in the hallway was inflicting the orange pinpricks on my eyes. "Lady Swarta asks for your attendance at the dinner, by the time the sunsets," Hazel announced, laughing with mirth. What sun her heavy figure blocked disappeared and the light renewed its...