into her pocket to read later. They were turning to leave when suddenly he said, âWait, girls. I wonder if you can you do me a favor?â
He lifted a brown bag from behind the counter. âYou two live down on Maplewood, donât you?â
They nodded.
He bobbed his head and grinned. âI thought Iâd seen you thereabouts when I walk my dog. Anyway, thereâs an elderly lady, a Mrs. Strenge, who livesââ
âIn our building,â Pamela cut in with a grin. âTwelve Thirty-nine North Maplewood.â
âRight!â He beamed. âShe called and asked me to deliver some groceries. But with my wife out today, I havenât been able to get away. Do you suppose you could deliver them for me? Iâll give you twenty-five cents.â
Pamela had the heavy jug of milk, so it was Joanna he was asking. And he was already taking a quarter from the cash register. She didnât see how she could say no. âUh, sure,â she said. âThanks.â She tucked the quarter in her pocket. Then she shifted her books to one arm so she could carry the grocery bag in the other.
âSheâll appreciate it if you carry them inside for her,â he called as they were going out the door.
But at their building Joanna declared, âI donât care what Mr. Hillyer said, Iâm not going inside that apartment. Iâll leave the bag on the mat.â
âThe main thing is theyâre here,â Pamela agreed. âShe can take them inside herself.â
Joanna set the bag on the doormat. Then she pokedthe doorbell. Pamela ran up to her apartment and Joanna raced downstairs to walk Dixie.
But before the outer door swung all the way closed behind her, she heard Mrs. Strengeâs creaky voice calling, âWait! Come back!â
CHAPTER 9
Uncle Zach
âI NEVER RAN SO FAST IN MY LIFE!â JOANNA TOLD PAMELA when they were setting the Watermansâ dining room table an hour later, after another steamy session with The Book. âI nearly swallowed my bubble gum! And I burst through our door so fast, I scared Dixie!â
Pamela thunked a plate onto the lacy tablecloth. âWell, I donât blame you one bit for being scared! Itâs creepy the way Mrs. Strenge keeps trying to get you to come close to her.â She shivered. âUgh!â
Joanna followed Pamela around the table, putting a folded napkinâcloth, not paperâbeside each plate. They were eating in the dining room in honor of Uncle Zach. Mrs. Waterman had even bought a bouquet of real flowers for the center of the tableâa mix of pink roses, purpleirises, and white babyâs breath. She had arranged them in a crystal vase. It was beautiful.
Joanna lined up a plate more evenly with the edge of the table and sniffed the air like Dixie when she smelled bacon cooking. âAhhh . . . I love your momâs pot roast.â
âChocolate cake for dessert, too,â Pamela reminded her, as if Joanna was likely to have forgotten. She had seen it cooling on the kitchen table when she arrived.
Joanna was putting extra napkins back in the sideboard when she heard voices and footsteps coming up the stairwell. A few seconds later, Marie entered the apartment, laughing. Her father and uncle were right behind her. âOh, donât tease. He wasnât that bad,â Marie said between giggles. âHeâs just a little stiff yet.â
Uncle Zachâs slow, one-sided grin reminded Joanna of the Marlboro Man. âThe way you flutter those eyelashes of yours at him will loosen him up, I imagine,â he said.
Marie giggled. âShame on you, Uncle Zach. Iâm just being
nice.
â
Her uncle raised his eyebrows. âIs that what you call it? In my day we called it flirting. I guess times have changed, huh, George?â
Mr. Waterman raised his eyebrows right back. âSeems so.â
âHonestly!â Marie shook her head. âYouâre
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