He heard a voice calling him…calling him from somewhere…urging him awake…
“Frank…Frank…are you awake?”
The soft voice of his mother, Martha, brought Frank from the land of Nod. He opened his eyes. His mother, dressed in a lavender silk dressing gown, was bending over him.
“I am now, Mother,” he replied, humorously.
His mother smiled at him.
“I’m sorry to awaken you, sleepy-head,” she teased him, gently. “But it’s already past nine o’clock in the morning. Breakfast is still warm, but it won’t be much longer.”
“Nine o’clock…that late?” He glanced at his alarm clock on his