As soon as dinner was over, Matt ran up to his bedroom and got out his walkie-talkie. Moving his chair next to his window, he sat down and waited for Gerallt to signal him that it was safe to talk.
After about twenty minutes, Matt saw Gerallt wave an oil lamp briefly in front of the window and then disappear He returned holding something in his hand.
"Hello, Gerallt," Matt spoke softly into his walkie-talkie. "Can you hear me?"
"Ayuh, I hear you!" Gerallt replied excitedly. "This is honkin' great! So how are you holdin' up bein' grounded?"
"Not so bad. Tina's been pretty nice, fixing me special dinners, and I have some books I've been meaning to read. How about you?"
"Gwyneth is givin' me the silent treatment. Gareth and Ahnt Vivianne sometimes stop by foah a while, but then they're g
