Del was washing up when he heard the school bus again. Perfect timing.
He packed the goodies into his car and drove the short way to Justin’s house. Or whoever’s house it actually was; his mom still hadn’t gotten back to him on that.
He could hear screaming as soon as he stepped out of his car. Great. Sounded like Harper, though, and not Scarlett. That was a plus in his book, but then what did he know about handling three little kids.
He left the lemon bars in the car—he refused to pile the dishes on top of each other—and quickly walked to the front door.
There wasn’t a doorbell, just a spot where some wires came out where one should’ve been. Del had a quick thought of using the wires like someone might hotwire a car, just to see if the bell still worked. Snorting at himself, he rapped
