Chapter Twenty-ThreeTHAT NIGHT, MAGGIE SAT ALONE, slumped in a mesh metal chair outside the Red Zone nursing her tea, her mind numb, her thoughts vacant. Her only friends were a pair of squirrels: the familiar, stumpy-tailed Mr. Hampton and another a friend she didn't recognize. They seemed awfully friendly, sitting side-by-side, tails brushing together as they watched her. She thought of Adrian, remembering he had wanted to ask her something before her phone call from her grandmother. Well, she guessed it didn't matter now. She tossed the waiting squirrels a few bits of biscotti, which they quickly gathered before darting up the hickory tree.
How was she going to tell Jelly she was leaving? Now that the possibility of going back to Ireland was real, she'd have to give up on the idea of b
