Chapter 4Class was over for the day. There had been a pop quiz, but Pat was pretty sure he’d passed it, even if he hadn’t aced it.
He’d walked Def again, fed him and the cats, and just in case things went south, as he’d heard Wills say on occasion, he took out a Tupperware container labeled spaghetti sauce. If he had to make a break for it, he had dinner, and if Mrs. Herendon actually fed him, he had tomorrow’s dinner.
Now he stood before the Herendons’ front door without an excuse to put off ringing the bell.
He pressed it, almost tempted to look around for the Avon lady as the chimes rang out ding dong.
Mrs. Herendon parted the curtains of the window beside the door, and once she was sure it was him, she unlocked the door and opened it. “You should have come around through the back.”
