Chapter 21“There has to be a way to get Dorian out of there without using drastic measures, and without the cops getting wise to us.” Tillie said, looking up from where she sat iron-board straight on the brown suede couch in the great room. The children huddled around her like refugees from the Oblast.
Turning, Zofia dropped the curtain of the window she had been looking out, as if she could see Dorian in jail from here.
“Too bad we couldn't get a Sorcerer's Tree inside of the jail.” Tillie's voice trailed off as she narrowed her eyes. “Mmm, that's not such a bad idea.”
“My dad, the jail bird,” Elton muttered, slouched in a chair opposite Tillie and Blanche. His head propped up on one of the thick arm rests and his feet dangled over the other one.
“How can they be so certain that he's
