“Hurry!” Mary hollered out to you and Arthur, who were hardly awake.

Today is Sunday, and every second Sunday, you’d all go have dinner with the Marstons - and every other Sunday they’d come have dinner with you.

“Arthur!” Mary basically shoved him out the door - earning a childish groan from him. You climbed onto the back of the wagon, and as you started to doze off- you felt a firm shove from your Mothers purse - jolting you back awake.