She sent a picture of the print to Elle, asking her, “What do you think this is?”
Then she went back to her room and grabbed her purse.
Heading back down the stairs, she told her parents, “I’m heading to the library. I’ve got some research to do for a paper.”
Her father looked up at his daughter and smiled.
“Quite the studious young lady,” he said. “Going to the library on a Saturday.”
“Do you want a ride?” her mother asked. “After all, you can’t be too careful with that thing running around.”
Lizzie shook her head and said, “I think I’ll be fine. I’m going to stop by Elle’s to see if she wants to go with me. Safety in numbers and all.”
Her mother still looked worried but said, “Be safe. Call if you need anything.”
“Will do,” Lizzie said and walked out, shutting the door
