embarrassing for him.
"We'll continue the same time tomorrow," he
said as a way of dismissing me.
I met Steven on my way out.
"How is he?" he whispered.
"Like a hungry raccoon," I said. "He'll tear
through anything."
"Huh?"
I laughed as I hurried away.
With the time I had in between my violin lesson
and my next session. I mailed out the letter to Uncle
Simon and then finished cleaning and organizing my
room. While I was doing so. I heard footsteps above
and paused to listen. It was the first time I had heard
anything above me. There was a shuffling and even
the squeaking sound of something metallic being
opened and closed. Both Howard and Cinnamon
should be in their drama class with Mr. Marlowe. I
thought. Ice was in her vocal lesson. Rose was at
dance class, and I knew where Steven was, Mrs. Ivers
was in the laundry room and Mrs. Churchwell was in
the kitchen. I had seen Madame Senetsky and Laura
Fairchild conversing in Madame SenetsWs office
below when I had hurried to the stairway. Who was
that up there?
Daddy used to say curiosity could often be like
a worm to a fish, dangling on a hook, drawing you
closer, drawing you into trouble, but it was hard to
resist.
I checked my watch, saw that I still had some