I was still worried that she would return at any second. I kept looking over my shoulder for her car.
“Don’t look for her, just hurry inside,” Grandma Imelda said as we walked toward the front door.
We stepped up to the door.
“Who’s going to look?” Mary Jane said.
“I can go in,” Grandma Imelda said.
“No, Grandma, I got us into this mess. I will be the one to go in and look.”
She nodded. I was glad that she understood that this was something I needed to do. I didn’t want anyone taking care of my messes. I had already dragged her into this too much. I wrapped my hand around the doorknob and twisted. Sure enough, the door was unlocked.
I still couldn’t help but think this was too easy. The table came into view as soon as I opened the door. Even better, the book was still sitting in the same spot.
“The book is there.” I rushed over and picked it up.
Of course I hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the one Tom had found. I flipped open the cover. It was a book of spells. And Meredith had said she didn’t perform magic. I highly doubted that. It had her name on the inside cover. Now I had to see the one Tom had found so that I could compare.
Chapter 15
As I stood there leafing through the book, Grandma Imelda called out, “She’s back.”
Without thinking, I flung the book out of my hands. It landed on the floor. Grandma Imelda and Mary Jane rushed into the house and slammed the door.
“What are you doing? If she’s back then we need to get out of here,” I said with panic in my voice.
“We can’t go out the front door. She’s right there in the driveway. She’ll see us.” Grandma Imelda was leaning with her back against the door as if that would stop Meredith from coming inside.
“What do we do?” I knew my voice revealed my panic.
Mary Jane waved her hands. “Okay. Stay calm. We’ll go out the back door. There has to be a back door, right?”
“Yes, there probably is, but with Meredith, I’m worried what kind of surprise we’ll find once we step out the door. She could have booby traps back there.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, she didn’t have any at the front door.”
Okay, Mary Jane was right about that.
Grandma Imelda peeked out the little side window at the door. “She’s coming up the path. Run.”
We took off across the hall. Our footfalls against the hardwood floors echoed through the house. We sounded like a bunch of horses racing.
“The door is probably off the kitchen,” Grandma Imelda said.
“Yes, but where is the kitchen?” I said.
We raced through the living room, weaving around the sofa and chairs. Next we dashed through the dining room. The china cabinet clinked as we moved through the room. The kitchen was attached to the dining room. The sound of the front door opening came all the way back to where we were. If we didn’t get out of there soon she would catch us.
I looked to my right at the open door leading to a small room. I froze when I saw what was inside.
Mary Jane grabbed my arm and pulled. “What are you doing?”
“Look.” I pointed at the room. Spellbooks lined the shelves. “It’s the books.”
Grandma Imelda looked back, but didn’t stop. “We don’t have time to look,” she said over her shoulder.
I forced myself to move, even though I wanted a better look at the room. So that was where she had moved the books. Now I could tell Tom. Or maybe not. How would I explain being in her house?
That would be tough to explain. Grandma Imelda was waiting for us at the back door. She motioned for us to hurry. I stumbled as I rushed out, but caught myself before falling on my face. We ran around the house. I glanced back and thankfully didn’t see Meredith. There was a small white fence that separated the back yard from the front yard. I panicked even more when I saw it. Climbing over it wouldn’t be too difficult, but it would definitely slow us down. There was a gate, but would it be unlocked?
Grandma Imelda opened
“Don’t look for her, just hurry inside,” Grandma Imelda said as we walked toward the front door.
We stepped up to the door.
“Who’s going to look?” Mary Jane said.
“I can go in,” Grandma Imelda said.
“No, Grandma, I got us into this mess. I will be the one to go in and look.”
She nodded. I was glad that she understood that this was something I needed to do. I didn’t want anyone taking care of my messes. I had already dragged her into this too much. I wrapped my hand around the doorknob and twisted. Sure enough, the door was unlocked.
I still couldn’t help but think this was too easy. The table came into view as soon as I opened the door. Even better, the book was still sitting in the same spot.
“The book is there.” I rushed over and picked it up.
Of course I hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the one Tom had found. I flipped open the cover. It was a book of spells. And Meredith had said she didn’t perform magic. I highly doubted that. It had her name on the inside cover. Now I had to see the one Tom had found so that I could compare.
Chapter 15
As I stood there leafing through the book, Grandma Imelda called out, “She’s back.”
Without thinking, I flung the book out of my hands. It landed on the floor. Grandma Imelda and Mary Jane rushed into the house and slammed the door.
“What are you doing? If she’s back then we need to get out of here,” I said with panic in my voice.
“We can’t go out the front door. She’s right there in the driveway. She’ll see us.” Grandma Imelda was leaning with her back against the door as if that would stop Meredith from coming inside.
“What do we do?” I knew my voice revealed my panic.
Mary Jane waved her hands. “Okay. Stay calm. We’ll go out the back door. There has to be a back door, right?”
“Yes, there probably is, but with Meredith, I’m worried what kind of surprise we’ll find once we step out the door. She could have booby traps back there.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, she didn’t have any at the front door.”
Okay, Mary Jane was right about that.
Grandma Imelda peeked out the little side window at the door. “She’s coming up the path. Run.”
We took off across the hall. Our footfalls against the hardwood floors echoed through the house. We sounded like a bunch of horses racing.
“The door is probably off the kitchen,” Grandma Imelda said.
“Yes, but where is the kitchen?” I said.
We raced through the living room, weaving around the sofa and chairs. Next we dashed through the dining room. The china cabinet clinked as we moved through the room. The kitchen was attached to the dining room. The sound of the front door opening came all the way back to where we were. If we didn’t get out of there soon she would catch us.
I looked to my right at the open door leading to a small room. I froze when I saw what was inside.
Mary Jane grabbed my arm and pulled. “What are you doing?”
“Look.” I pointed at the room. Spellbooks lined the shelves. “It’s the books.”
Grandma Imelda looked back, but didn’t stop. “We don’t have time to look,” she said over her shoulder.
I forced myself to move, even though I wanted a better look at the room. So that was where she had moved the books. Now I could tell Tom. Or maybe not. How would I explain being in her house?
That would be tough to explain. Grandma Imelda was waiting for us at the back door. She motioned for us to hurry. I stumbled as I rushed out, but caught myself before falling on my face. We ran around the house. I glanced back and thankfully didn’t see Meredith. There was a small white fence that separated the back yard from the front yard. I panicked even more when I saw it. Climbing over it wouldn’t be too difficult, but it would definitely slow us down. There was a gate, but would it be unlocked?
Grandma Imelda opened
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