Chapter 15The call came the next morning. I had been reading the sports section of the paper, and should have let the damn phone keep chirping. But I answered it and opened up a hornet's nest, or some other pest's nest, since I didn't know if hornets had made their way this far west.
At first I couldn't make out what the muffled voice was saying. I knew it wasn't Mumbles because he was snoring in his bed.
“Speak louder,” I said. “Who is this?”
“Pack your suitcase,” she said. “We're going away and I don't know for how long.” It was Scarlett.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I can't tell you now,” she said in hushed tones, “but I'll tell you when we get there.”
The fact that I'd know where we were going once we arrived relieved my growing anxiety. But I still didn't know why we were goi
