A thought
occurs to her Momma will be upset,
once she finds out I went through the window well to get inside the house. She
might even take a spatula to my behind for not telling her the window screen
was broken. Huffy sits down on the basement floor, her knees arched upwards
and she wraps her hands around them, listening to the sounds upstairs. If
she could pinpoint the exact room her mother was in, she could make her way
upstairs without her mother noticing that she broke into the basement. If
only she’d move around a bit, I could
find out where she is, she thought. She sat a couple more seconds
listening and then shouts out "There!" looking up at the ceiling's
left corner floor board. The floor board was four feet above her dad's tool
table, next to the rolling red tool set and assorted containers of nuts
and bolts, drill sets and other gadgets Huffy had no use for.
