Where's Nora?

Nora got up and left the dinner table early. I figured she just got full-- I served a really big, thick, beautiful pizza tonight. When we hadn't heard from her in awhile, we figured we'd better go see what she was up to. Quiet Nora does not always lead to tidy end results.

Fiona found her immediately-- curled up on the sofa with her toes tucked neatly beneath her skirt. We thought piano practice would wake her up; but we just should have moved her immediately. She's not dry through the night yet.