Chapter 10
I cleaned and scrubbed the top landing of the stairs, the foyer, hall, and kitchen floor, erasing all the dirt and mud from the carpet and hardwood.
I swept leaves out the front and back doors before the Lindermans pulled into the driveway twenty minutes later, both of them apologizing profusely for their lateness.
“It was nothing,” I said, thankfully surprised that Dylan and Christie were still asleep when their parents arrived home still dressed as 1920s detective sleuths. “An uneventful evening of trick or treating,” I added. “Except Dylan may have eaten more than he should have.”
I told the Lindermans about Dylan’s stomachache incident and vomiting. And the broken potted porch plant, citing the wind as the culprit.
As for Dylan…
“He’s always been compulsive,” Mrs. L
