I saw the line of cars on both sides of the road before I spotted the yard sale sign, right next to the for-sale sign with a sold stamp over top of it. Megan had to park her hatchback four houses down. When a truck left, another one took its place.
“You see Nora’s van?” Megan asked as she leaned over the steering wheel.
I scanned the parked vehicles. “I think we beat Grandma.”
A loud car zoomed by for a second time, searching for a closer spot. People walked either to or from their vehicles. A few neighbors sat on their porches, staring in the direction of Clara’s house.
“There are a lot of people here,” Megan muttered.
“Everyone wants to know what the town’s spy is selling.”
We stepped out of the air-conditioned car and into the stinking heat. Only two more months of summer, I thoug
