Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
“You guys awake?” Joe asked.
A grumbled affirmation came from my sister, Julie. We were awake but had only been stirring for a few minutes. My sister, her 7-year-old daughter, Elizabeth, and I were sharing a room in a cabin in Gatlinburg. The cabin was being shared with three other families for the weekend. It was 7:30 a.m. and we weren’t quite ready to get up.
Joe and his family had a room on the main floor and were already up for the day.