Chapter 20“That was a very fine meal, Mrs. Weeks,” Nate said. He sat next to me at our dining room table. My aunt had made an excellent stew for Sunday dinner and everyone was here, including Uncle Ed, who had been watching his mannerisms, for some strange reason.
He had pulled me aside earlier and said “Lainey, I hope what I did about Mr. Smith didn't cause that mad man to grab you.”
“No. It was other things, Uncle Ed,” I assured. “Although he was a bit surprised to find out you were related to me and sat on the board of trustees.”
“I've been feeling horrible about it ever since I heard he tried to abduct you,” he said.
“Everything came out alright.” I had learned that my aim had been perfect when I shot the barrette at Smith. It hit him in the forehead, leaving a pretty deep gash whi
