Chapter 13
The phone was ringing when Nick came in the front door Monday after school. He nearly tripped over an enthusiastic Clyde, who had come to greet him, as he raced to answer it.
Jesse? It wasn’t Jesse. The caller ID read U. Kloswick. Nick raised his eyebrows, sighed and picked up the receiver.
“Hello, Mrs. K.,” he said tentatively.
“Hi,” answered a cheery voice.
“Angela?” he asked, relieved it wasn’t his neighbor. He walked to the couch, sat down, and pulled Clyde up beside him. The hound sighed deeply and snuggled against his side.
“Yes, it’s me,” she said laughing. “Would you rather talk with my aunt?”
“God, no!” He joined her laugh. “No offense to the dear lady, but…”
“I understand.” After a brief pause, she asked, “So you and Jesse went off together this weekend. I take
