Chapter 23
I got about five blocks away from the house before the rain started. There was no warning feeling of mistiness to the air, no occasional drops building in frequency. No, it was like the sky above me just opened up and dumped everything.
I ran back to the house, but not fast enough. By the time I got there, I was soaked to the skin. And I had nothing clean to change into.
Or at least, no clean, modern clothes to change into. Not having a lot of other options, and no idea where to find Mr. Trevor, I tromped up the stairs, first to the bathroom on the third floor to get a towel for my dripping hair, then up to the attic.
As I climbed the last few steps, I heard sounds coming from the attic, a soft swoosh and tap, swoosh and tap. I crept up to the doorway to see Sophie spinning
