“Rest is for daytime,” Tom said, pulling back the blanket. “The night is for adventures.”
“What’s this?” the old man grumbled. “A mutiny?”
“I can’t,” Leo stammered. “I’m supposed to rest.” The Midnight Gang
He tapped his chest, just over his heart.
This was the hour of the Midnight Gang.
At 11:03 p.m., Tom appeared at the foot of Leo’s bed like a ghost.
Because the Midnight Gang wasn’t a place. It was a promise: No one fights the night alone. “Rest is for daytime,” Tom said, pulling back
And so, Leo found himself being helped into a faded red bathrobe, his sneakers squeaking faintly as they crept past the nurse’s station, where the night nurse, Mrs. Hibbins, was deep into a crossword puzzle and a lukewarm cup of tea.