17
Love Rites
Bonnie was lost in thought as she headed back to the café. Starving, she had polished off most of the toffees by the time she got there. She went upstairs, made herself a sandwich, and then went back down, turned on the café lights and sat at a table by the window, looking out at the plaza’s glittery splendour. It seemed so sad that such a place would have to close, particularly when it clearly meant so much for so many people. There was no denying the passage of time, though, and no matter what Uncle Mervin had planned, it might not have been enough.
Now that she was back, though, she wondered just what his plan had been. Perhaps there was some clue in his secret room upstairs.
Debbie was still out, so Bonnie went up through the hidden door to Mervin’s grotto. She stared
