Missing Curfew
Ali didn't have a curfew. The very idea was preposterous! She was lady of the house, and certainly an adult; who could tell her when she could come and go from her own home?
Well, her family. One disapproving look from Sasha or Hans could turn the stern and powerful Ali into a contrite pile of apologies. So it's no surprise that her long-awaited homecoming has all the hallmarks of a teenager sneaking in after curfew: closing doors extra-gently, shoes in hand, and held breaths as each door and sentinel is passed. With any luck, she can sneak into her closet, change her clothes, and get to the kitchen before anyone knows she was missing. With any good luck, that is.
Well, her family. One disapproving look from Sasha or Hans could turn the stern and powerful Ali into a contrite pile of apologies. So it's no surprise that her long-awaited homecoming has all the hallmarks of a teenager sneaking in after curfew: closing doors extra-gently, shoes in hand, and held breaths as each door and sentinel is passed. With any luck, she can sneak into her closet, change her clothes, and get to the kitchen before anyone knows she was missing. With any good luck, that is.