She walked toward the bedroom door, debating whether to cover her dark skin with clothes. "Quit pounding or I’ll fry you," she yelled through the door. A fireball itched in the back of her head, just waiting to burn up the annoying culprit. "Who is it?" she asked. She expected Pedro or Angelina, perhaps home sick from school. Maybe even Wallace rumbling in on his bike. But Talon, her ally spirit, would never have let Wallace inside the house. And the kids knew better than to wake her up before dusk.