Turning to look at the car, she saw Mary Rutherford leaning over and looking out of the passenger seat window so she could talk to her.
“No, thank you,” Lizzie said, shaking her head and continuing to walk.
“But it’s getting cold and dark,” Mary called out. “I’m sure your parents won’t mind.”
Lizzie stopped and whirled around, saying, “My parents have told me all about you, so you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t believe your claim that they wouldn’t mind.”
A look of anger crossed Mary’s face, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Smiling at Lizzie, she patted the seat and said, “I’m sure they were mistaken about me. Why don’t you get in the car, and I’ll tell you my side of the story?”
“I’d rather not,” Lizzie said, grimacing as she shook her head.
Mary put the
