Chapter EightTHE NEXT MORNING WAS COLDER, reminding Adrian that winter still had some bite left. A brisk March wind rattled the trees, and he was wearing his heavier jacket, hopefully for the last time. The weather was supposed to improve again tomorrow. Yesterday's late-afternoon call for the full-time job driving Miss MacNally—Maggie—had been the first good news he'd had in days. As he waited outside of Bella Bella, he wondered what he was going to do with Charlie when summer vacation hit and he didn't have school to fall back on as a babysitter.
His cell phone buzzed. He checked the screen, worried it was her school. Was there another problem with her inhaler?
It was his driving service office.
“Hello, this is Adrian.” He couldn't remember the dispatcher's name. Had to learn that soo
