Chapter 7
Saturday morning, Xavier was getting ready to leave, when Aunt Diane stopped him in the door. “Where you going?” she asked, shutting her silk red robe tighter at the neck. She’d taken the day off, saying she was feeling sick. “And what’s in the bag?”
“A sandwich and some chips.” Xavier took another step towards the door. “Going to La Ronde, like I told you last night.”
“The amusement park? I don’t remember you telling me that.” Aunt Diane squinted at him. “What’s in the bag, Xavier? Show me.”
“I told you—chips and a sandwich. Jeez, what’s up, Aunt Di?”
“You’re not bringing your knife, are you?”
Xavier regretted not hiding his jack knife better in his bedroom. She was always snooping around in there. He’d bought the blade for fun. For carving wood, maybe. Not like he was goi
