Unfortunately, now I was wide awake. Sighing, I rolled over and stared blearily up at the ceiling, noting vaguely that it was time to paint again.
I pushed back my hair, massaged my throbbing temples briefly, and rubbed my eyes. Knowing Mom didn’t realize I’d been up so late wasn’t easing my frustration. Just because she was a morning person didn’t automatically mean her progeny was, damn it! I glanced at the clock radio and noticed it wasn’t actually the crack of dawn, it only felt like it.
Sitting up, I ordered myself to ignore the familiar, achy stiffness which often followed a late night these days. No doubt about it, getting older sucked.
My name is Charlene Maxwell – Charlie to most people. I’m a problem solver; hence the locked bedroom door – the last time Mom had marched in and poured ice water on me! My business, Maxwell’s Silver Bullet, is a one-size-fits-all service which helps resolve various types of problems or challenges. Or so says the brochure. Alright, I have to be completely honest.