"We might
need more firepower than we have with just the four of us," Stephanie said,
as she signaled for a right turn.
We were heading
for the border of Neighborlee and Darbyville. A right turn would take us toward
Divine's Emporium. How come I wasn't relieved that she decided to go get Angela?
When was I
going to learn to trust my instincts over what people said? Granted, I was only
eighteen at the time, and I was a little tired after flying patrol in the cold and
all the running around I had done that morning. Plus I was a teensy bit distracted
by the growing certainty I was going to miss my upcoming class. Did I have a quiz
scheduled, or just another lecture? Who in the class would loan me their notes?
More important, who among those friends took really good, coherent, usable notes?
Angela was
outside, sweeping leaves off the flagstone sidewalk in front of the wrought iron
fence when we pulled up.
"Is it—I
don't know—safe for you to leave?" I had to ask, after Stephanie gave the bare
bones of what we had discovered and what we were planning on doing with Ford and
Kurt.
"You've
seen me away from the shop before," Angela said, with a chuckle. "I'm
not needed to anchor it down and keep this place from blowing away." She gestured
with her broom at the front door. "Let me get a coat and leave a note."
"That's
not what I was afraid of," I muttered, as she glided up the walk and went inside.
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