Chapter 17
IT WAS TEN AFTER SEVEN and Britta still hadn’t arrived. Milo knew she was busy, so he didn’t want to stress her out by checking up on her, but he couldn’t resist any longer. He skipped the texting and called her cell phone. Britta answered before the second ring.
“Oh my goodness, I’m late! I’m so sorry, Milo. I’ll be right there.”
She didn’t sound stressed, but rather sort of excited and anxious at the same time. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. I’ll just tell you so you can get your laughs all out before I get there. I was reading my book and lost track of time.”
“Wait, you were reading The Book Thief and that’s why you’re late?” Milo couldn’t keep the teasing note from his voice.
“Like I said. I’ll be right over.” She hung up, but the joy in her voice sounded in Milo’s ears.
