Alynna's Nightmare

In the wee hours of the morning I was nursing Simon and thought I heard a distant wailing. I woke Brad, but he said it wasn't coming from our house. Well, a mother's ears are rarely wrong. Sure enough. Alynna was crying from a nightmare. Brad went in to comfort her and put her back to bed. The nightmare? Witches? Goblins? Vampires? She was crying, because Kaeley wouldn't give her any lemonade.