lady lifted her chin, throwing a shadow across Arloâs face.
âI thought you lived someplace near Roanoke,â she said.
âNo. I live in Marshboro,â Arlo said.
The ladyâs jaw jutted out so sharply, it could slice off his nose. âMarshboroâs a good six-hour drive from here,â she said. âWhat was your grandfather thinking, sending you off on a journey like that by yourself?â
Arloâs palms were sweaty. If this lady turned him in, he might never see his grandmother. She walked over to the window and flipped the blind so she could see outside.
âYou still havenât answered my question. Those people. Who were they?â
He might as well get it over with. He was going to have to tell his grandmother anyway. Telling this lady would be good practice.
âWell?â The lady drummed her fingers on the windowsill.
âI met Bernice at the bus station,â Arlo said.
âYouâre traveling with a person you met in a bus station?â
âBernice is real nice. She and her son Tyrone gave me a ride.â
âUnbelievable.â The lines on the ladyâs forehead hardened. She leaned toward Arlo. âYou sure you werenât looking for something in the McIlvoysâ house?â
Arlo shook his head. Was she accusing him of stealing? âNo, maâam. Really. I was just trying to figure out where my grandmother lives.â
The lady didnât look convinced. Two minutes ago, sheâd been Mrs. Santa Claus. Now she was the Wicked Witch of the West.
Please.
He was tired. And hungry. And he needed to see his grandmother. Tears burned at the back of his eyelids.
Finally, she softened her gaze. âI donât mean to be so hard on you,â she said. âBut I happen to know itâs been years since Idaâs seen her grandson. And the way things are out there in the world these days, a person canât be too careful. Especially a person of advanced years, like myself.â
âNo, maâam. I mean, yes, maâam, I understand.â
She continued staring at him. âI suppose we might as well go ahead and call Ida now?â
âThat would be nice. Thank you,â Arlo said. He held his breath. She could call the police for all he knew.
She started to say something else, but she must have thought better of it. âWhy donât you just rest there on the sofa?â she said. âIâll be back in a minute.â
Arlo leaned back and stuffed a pillow under his head. He wouldnât actually sleep. He would only rest his eyes for a second. A few minutes at the most. Who knows what was happening back in Marshboro? Miss Hasslebarger must have called the police by now. They could be looking for him all over Virginia. They could have bulletins posted across the entire United States, for all Arlo knew. Any second now a police cruiser might pull up to the front door. What if Tyrone had called the authorities? Or what if a neighbor had noticed Arlo going in that empty house â a neighbor besides the jutting-out-chin lady, that is. What if someone had reported a strange boy walking into the McIlvoysâ residence? If Arlo heard a siren outside, heâd be out of this house in a flash. Heâd be down the sidewalk so fast, no one would know he was gone until he was so far away theyâd never find him.
When the jutting-out-chin lady came back through the swinging door, Arlo jumped about three feet.
âDidnât mean to scare you, son. Youâre acting awful nervous. Did you do something wrong?â
âIâm just anxious to see my grandmother. Itâs been a long time.â
âHmph. Thatâs the understatement of the year. Ida said sheâd be here in five minutes. Iâm going to make a pot of coffee. You need anything?â
âNo, thank you. I think Iâll just wait here on the sofa.â
âSuit yourself.â
Arlo took a deep breath and tried to relax
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