Chapter Twenty-Nine
Tawnyetta couldn't go back to her friends. She was too heated, too worried, too flustered. They would be full of questions to which she had no answer and she couldn't face them right now. She couldn't very well stand around Michael's front door waiting for him to return. So she went to the only place she could be by herself and think–the gardens.
The sun had still not come out to burn off the mist or the chill in the air. Everything was damp and green. Leafy vines grew over archways creating the amazing living tunnel she so loved. Little white and purple flowers covered the ground and birds chirped now and then despite the gloomy weather.
Pulling her black knobby sweater even tighter around her for warmth, Tawnyetta walked thoughtfully through the entire Secret Garde
