Chapter 10: The Orphans’ Garden
St. Andrew’s Home for Boys, spelled out in rusted, reddish brown letters, bled into the elaborate design of the iron gate. With a great creaking and moaning resistance, it finally flew open as Edward gave it a push forward and out of the way. Then he climbed back into the Hillman, aimed it through the gates, around the weed-ridden circular drive, and parked it near the front steps. “Only a few minutes,” he told a reluctant Leslie. “I promise.”
“Don’t believe a word. You’re a spy,” Leslie said. “You lie for a living.”
“Yes, but never to you.” He held out his hand.
Leslie grabbed it while glancing at the four cement steps leading up to the main door. “Onward and upward.”
“Literally,” Edward said, and flashed him an encouraging smile. “I’ll be right alongs
