CHAPTER SEVEN
MusterLeilah hardly slept with worrying about what Mari might do. The woman wore honesty like a badge and wouldn’t be able to keep the news of Tane’s fight with Malcolm secret. Before dawn, she realised the futility of her concern. Most of their class saw the fight and would snitch to anyone interested enough to listen. “Tane better get his story straight,” she muttered beneath the covers. “And so must I.”
Two days passed before Hector returned. His trailer contained something which kicked up a dreadful fuss as he entered the property. Leilah ran out to the truck as she heard the huge wheels bounce over the rutted driveway, eager fingers unlatching the rear door before Hector could kill the engine.
“Slow down!” Mari shouted after her, more careful descending the porch step
