CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
July 2, 2010
Morning
Calvin spied Cleo sitting on the garden bench outside, then turned and climbed the stairs to where Martin was moving into a room.
This was Calvin’s chance to spy on him without his sister present as a guilty conscience.
Calvin often didn’t understand Cleo, but he especially didn’t now. To frost the cake of her grossly disloyal and mindless behavior, she’d grown to resemble Martin in startling ways, especially her eyes and nose. Calvin had thought it was impossible for anything about her to ever repulse him, but now…
He slowed his steps to quiet them as he reached the third floor. The door to Martin’s room stood propped open with a shoe to let a breeze through. Calvin hovered to one side and peered in. Bright light slanted through the window, whic
