Chapter EighteenRuth and Varis dropped to the floor behind the sofa. Varis gripped Ruth's arm and spoke through clenched teeth. “Perhaps taking a room here isn't the best idea we've ever had.”
“Maybe that's the real reason our room is vacant.”
Concern and fear were etched on Varis's face. “What are we going to do?”
Footsteps thundered down the hall and into the parlor. “Mr. Fairborn, what are you doing in here? Don't you know? It's time for your snack.”
The girls peeked over the back of the couch. The young man they spied earlier gently led Mr. Fairborn from the room. They exhaled loudly. Varis tittered. “That was a close one!”
“Do you think he's harmless?”
Varis shrugged. “I guess time will tell. But for the moment we have a place to stay, so let’s be grateful, if not cautious.”
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