Four
Danella followed me out to the mud porch, staying close, practically stepping on my heels while I locked the back door. Then we walked into the living room again, and I showed her how to lock the front door. Not that she couldn’t have figured it out herself.
“Don’t answer the door for anyone except me,” I said.
“You already said that,” she said. She twisted a strand of her hair around her finger, and then she pulled on it to tighten it.
“Don’t even say you’re here if someone knocks,” I said.
“But then they might think no one is home, and they’ll break the door down,” she said.
I looked at her.
“That’s what they say on TV,” she said.
“Nobody is going to break down the door,” I said.
“I didn’t think anyone would kidnap me either,” she said.
“Good point. Would you feel better c
