“Sort of,” she whispered.
“Then you run ahead of me,” Morgan decided. “This way.”
The corn had developed tassels and small ears since Morgan had first seen it with Scott and Thea. It was over their heads and lush enough that the empty spaces between the rows were narrow and the leaves brushed against them as they ran. Morgan guided the girl to the left, towards the rear of the field before grabbing her arm and slowing her down.
“We’re going to crawl between the stalks and try not to move them,” Morgan whispered in her ear. “Like a big cat. One shoulder first, then the other. They’ll come into the field to search for us. We need to stay out of sight.”
“Ok. I’m Jenny.”
“I’m Morgan. Let’s go.”
Crawling across the rows was slow work and Morgan quickly realized that the leaves were leavin
