“A real house,” Josie said, practically dancing with happiness.
Mr. Wilson had left her, Rudy, and Snap to their own devices while he took Terry with him to get the ‘beater’. “After all,” he’d said with a smile, “there’s no reason for me to bring it back myself and then have Terry drive me home again.”
“And it’s all ours until we’re finished with the job.” Snap tapped his chin, saying with a sly grin, “I wonder how long we can drag out the redecorating?” Seconds later he retracted his words when Rudy glared at him. “I was only kidding. Honest.”
“Better have been,” Rudy told him. “Mr. Wilson trusts us. Why? I’m not sure. I guess because Tom does. So we’re going to work our butts off to get everything finished without stalling around. And,” he looked at the others, “we’re going to save as
