CHAPTER TWENTY
On Monday after school, I went straight to the Elastic Cave as usual. Frank tried to stop me, asking if I could come over to his place to help him with his math homework, but I had to tell him that I had to get home. I also passed Greta as she stood outside the school talking to some of her friends, of course, but I didn’t talk to her, although I thought I caught her smiling at me as I biked by her. Maybe that was just my imagination.
In any case, when I went down to Level One of the Elastic Cave and exited the elevator, I saw someone who I didn’t expect to see down here in a while: Rubberman. He was sitting in front of the Control System, apparently staring at the dozen or so monitors that showed news reports from various news stations. I didn’t pay attention to the monit
