It was terribly hot and Sandy tried to sleep. She could hear the whispering in the room next door. Two of her kids were asleep, the third was with Joe - tending to the beans and feeding the guinea pigs. At least it was shady out there - in here it was as hot as a sauna.
The whispering became more energetic and Sandy had an uneasy feeling that the whispers were intended not just to avoid disturbing her and the two little ones, but to conceal something afoot.