By the time the sun began to poke its way back into the sky Friday morning, Winnie knew she couldn't sit there churning any longer. So, when the spotlights snapped off outside, and the blazing yellow glow inside the treehouse dimmed, Winnie pressed the balls of her feet gently against the loft steps, getting ready.
the the sun to poke its way back the sky morning, knew she sit any when the snapped off and the blazing glow the treehouse pressed the balls of her feet gently against the loft getting
