55
Evie hoped her mom got back soon, because Rachel’s mom was driving her crazy. And Evie didn’t think she was alone. Mr. Nicholson had winked at her once, when Evie retreated against the couch as far as possible to avoid Mrs. Nicholson’s obsessive hovering. Honestly, Mrs. Nicholson was nice enough, and Evie could understand why she was stressed out, but Evie preferred hanging out with Rachel’s dad. He actually did stuff outside, and sometimes he let the girls help. Though obviously not with the chainsaw.
For now, Mr. Nicholson was wearing an old pair of work pants that Mrs. Nicholson had sliced up the middle and then pinned back together. His leg was so cool in a gross, skin-crawling way. Evie was surprised Rachel had watched with her while Rachel’s mom changed the dressing. The stitche
