Chapter 7Rue’s hands were trembling as he and Chaton walked from the garden to the closest house. He had no idea who lived there. “Can’t we put it by the fence?” His whisper was so low he was surprised Chaton heard him.
“What if they don’t see it? The lettuce will wilt.”
Rue cursed mentally, but slowly put a foot on the flagstone walkway leading toward the door. They hadn’t gotten hold of many cardboard boxes, but he’d asked Gertrude to save them if she came across any. They had to make do with plastic bags. He only hoped whoever got one wouldn’t mistake it for garbage.
Chaton didn’t follow him into the garden, and Rue turned to glare at him, but he waved his hands and urged Rue to continue toward the house.
With a heart threatening to escape his ribcage, Rue moved fast and as soundles
