while the jutting-out-chin lady fixed coffee in the kitchen. Blood pumped through his body so fast, it made his knees jiggle. He stood up and walked around the room, but that didnât help either. There would be no relief until he saw Ida Jones face-to-face. And even then, there were no guarantees. What if she didnât like him? Without realizing it, Arlo squeezed his fist around the wood carving and made a wish.
Please let her like me,
he thought.
Arlo had no idea how long heâd been asleep. He couldnât believe heâd fallen asleep in the first place. Not in this ladyâs house. But he was so tired.
There was another lady standing in front of him now. She was turned to her side, so he couldnât see her face, but she wasnât a large woman, and though she looked to be on the thin side, there was something substantial about her. You could tell she wasnât the sort of person you could steamroll over. If somebody tried to push her around, she would put up a fight. That wasnât how heâd expected his grandmother to look. Shoot. What had he expected? Who knows? Photographs werenât much to go on. Especially not if they were fourteen years old, like the ones in the album back home.
âIs that him?â the new lady asked.
âWell, who else would it be?â the jutting-out-chin lady said.
âArlo was only two the last time I saw him. I donât remember his hair being so dark.â
âHair darkens as they get older,â the jutting-out-chin lady said. âThatâs what happened with Lucius.â
âMaybe youâre right.â
âOf course Iâm right.â The jutting-out-chin lady lowered her voice. âWhat do you suppose heâs doing here?â
âI have no idea, Augusta. But Iâd feel a lot better if Al Sabatini had called before he sent the boy to Edgewater. Unfortunately, thatâs not Alâs style.â
âWhoâs Al Batini?â
â
Sa
-ba-tini. You remember.â Arloâs grandmother pronounced each syllable carefully. âArloâs grandfather. On his motherâs side.â
âOh, him. Itâs a wonder that manâs still alive. I remember all those stories you told me about those people.â
Those people?
Arlo pressed his eyelids tightly closed.
âCareful, Augusta. The boy might hear you.â
âI donât think so, Ida. Looks like heâs sound asleep to me.â
The other lady,
his grandmother,
sniffed. âIt was mostly his mother I had a problem with,â she said. âThe way she tricked Wake . . . Wait a minute. Are his eyes open?â
âNo, Ida. Thatâs just the angle youâre looking from.â
âYou donât suppose heâs run away, do you?â
âNow, thereâs a thought.â The jutting-out-chin lady leaned closer. âWhen I first saw that car drive up, I knew there was something fishy about it. Doris and Phil never have company. They stopped going to church years ago. Keep to themselves mostly. So what would a strange car be doing in their driveway?â
âYouâd think Al would have called if Arlo was missing.â
âAl?â
âSabatini. Pay attention, Augusta.â
âSorry. You donât need to be so touchy. I still donât understand why he went in their house. When a strange person wanders around an empty house, you know that means trouble.â
âYou want to check his pockets?â
Arlo lifted an eyelid. The new lady was glaring at the jutting-out-chin lady.
âSorry, Ida.â
âWhat if he was kidnapped?â
Arlo tried to open his eye a little wider without being noticed. He wanted a peek at the new ladyâs eyebrows. Unfortunately, both ladies were watching him like a hawk.
âArlo?â
â
Uh.
Hi.â
The jutting-out-chin lady slid to the edge of her chair, craning her neck like a buzzard swooping down on roadkill.
âIâm
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