Chapter Eighteen
Perched outside Richard’s house on a very strong branch she waited to be noticed, leaning from the tree, holding on with one hand and stretching, trying to see into his house. He was home, she saw him go inside.
She decided to climb higher and look into the first available window where she hoped to see him again. If she did, she could jump straight from the tree into the room. The limb was that close, but there were problems. First, there was a window screen that let the breeze in and kept out bugs, and people swinging from trees like Elizabeth. Second problem, she hadn’t a clue what to say when she landed in his room. She thought the best approach might be to act as if it were just an accident when she showed up. “I planned to turn right at the last stop sign and climb
