True to his word, an hour after he left, Brandon came back. I was so anxious to leave that I was watching the bottom of the door. When I saw a shadow move in front of my door and stop, I jumped up and practically ran to the door. Thank goodness the carpet was so thick. What was I doing, trying to make it sound like a herd of buffalo was traipsing across my room after I went to bed? Sometimes I swear I am not the brightest crayon in the tool shed. See? I rest my case.
I yanked the door open in a frenzy, startling Brandon. He jumped back from the door a good hop with the hand that had previously been raised to knock on my door, over his heart. He had obviously not heard the buffalo running in my room on the other side of the door. If luck was on our side maybe we were still safe and nobo
