There is a short story called "The Palace at 3am." Or 2am. One of the two. It's one of those phrases that just sticks in my head. Well, Norah woke up at 5:45 on our trip to Meridian, and we all felt a little iffy about that.
But their energy just never seemed to fade.
Slipping and sliding.
And a nice front door--rather unrelated to the kids, but a nice door.