“C’mon, can’t I get a little of this thing called SLEEP?!” Holly shouted over the noise.
Beckett held up the screwdriver. “We’re sooo close!”
Myles, however, was the real issue.”All we have to do is finish the wielding, complete the ultrachips-“
“And finish DECORATING!” Beckett put in.
Holly growled. “What exactly are you making?”
Myles grinned. At last, someone was asking his all-time favorite question. “We are making a new generation of computers, years before it’s time…”
Here, Holly stopped listening. Artemis was standing in the doorway, looking sleepy. And… Amused?
Perhaps a setting would be helpful.
It was ten o’clock at night; and Myles believed that he was on the verge of inventing… something. He wouldn’t tell unless somebody asked. And nobody bothered. And therefore, nobody knew.
However, ever when Myles and Beckett turned four last month, Beckett took up hard-core occupations, such as wielding; and Myles took up interest in hard-core inventions, such as supercomputers. Not a good combination.
And of course, all this happened without parental supervision.
Finally, Artemis spoke up. “Myles, you may finish your project in the morning.”
“… new microchips, as well as some- huh?!” Poor Myles. He was so sure…. Holly had to admire Artemis’s coolness, when she was fuming.
“Morning,” Beckett grumbled.
Problem solved, then. Maybe the silent cloak of sleep would cover her at last. If only the twins would behave at last! If only…. Really, they were only afraid somebody might tattle on them.
Stupid sleep better come soon.