Ida Jones,â his grandmother said.
âYes, maâam. I sort of figured thatâs who you were.â
âYour grandmother,â she added.
âYes, I know.â
She leaned closer. âWhereâs your grandfather?â
âBack home,â Arlo said.
Ida Jonesâs eyebrows shot into sharp points. She didnât have the thin spot after all. Her eyebrows were even all the way across, the same way her sweater was perfectly buttoned and the color of the leather in her shoes matched her pants perfectly, though they were both a bit worn and faded and there was what looked like a mustard stain on one of her sleeves.
âIf Albertâs not with you, then how did you get here?â
âOn a bus.â Arlo braced himself for her reaction.
She blinked about seven times. It was as if someone had turned a windup crank in her back that was connected directly to her lids.
âDid you say
bus
?â
âYes, maâam.â
âBy yourself?â
âUh-huh.â
âBut we donât have a bus station in Edgewater.â
âYes, maâam, I know that,â Arlo said guiltily.
She waited, and Arlo knew she must be expecting an explanation, but he didnât say anything.
âMmm, mmm, mmm,â the jutting-out-chin lady muttered. âI told you we should call the police.â
âHush, Augusta. Arlo and I are talking.â
Arloâs grandmother blinked faster now. She had bulgy eyeballs, too. For a second, Arlo was afraid she might blink her eyeballs clear out of their sockets.âIf you didnât take the bus . . .â she said.
âBut I did take a bus,â Arlo said. âI bought a ticket to Richmond and then this nice lady offered me a ride from there.â
âI see,â said his grandmother, though it was clear she did not see at all.
The jutting-out-chin lady made a throat-clearing noise, which caused his grandmother to scowl. When the jutting-out-chin lady whipped out a cell phone, Arloâs grandmother shook her head. The jutting-out-chin lady put the phone away. And Ida Jones turned back to Arlo.
âAugusta tells me you went in the McIlvoysâ house,â she said.
Blink, blink, blink, blink,
went her eyelids.
âI didnât know whose house it was,â Arlo said.
âThen why did you stop there?â
âItâs where Bernice dropped me off.â
âBernice?â
âThe lady who gave me a ride.â
Arloâs grandmother narrowed her eyes. âAnd why did she drop you off there?â
Great question. Unfortunately, Arlo didnât have an answer. Luckily, the jutting-out-chin lady barged in and filled up the silence.
âAbout this Bernice person . . .â she said.
âAugusta, please!â Arloâs grandmother threw up her hands.
âSorry.â
âItâs all right. Itâs just that weâll never get anywhere unless . . .â
âActually, it was Tyrone who was driving,â Arlo said. âBernice is his mom.â
âSlow down, Arlo,â Ida Jones said. âYouâre confusing us.â
âSorry.â
âThatâs OK. But, I still donât understand who this Bernice person is. Did your grandfather ask her to help?â
âNo, maâam. I just met her at the bus station. She helped me buy my ticket.â
The jutting-out-chin lady picked up her cell phone again, but this time Arloâs grandmother grabbed it before she had time to punch in a number.
âControl yourself,â she snapped. Then she turned to Arlo. âSurely your grandfather bought your ticket for you,â she said.
âNot exactly,â Arlo said.
âHe either bought it or he didnât,â the jutting-out-chin lady said.
âAugusta, this doesnât concern you.â Arloâs grandmother wagged a finger at her.
âIâm only trying to help.â
âI know you are, but I think Arlo and I can handle this
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