Chapter Eight
“We’ve gotta go,” Joseph whispered to Frost as a car pulled up out front of the dwelling he had been at earlier this morning. “Mom thinks we came to play with Dusty and visit Aunt Lacey.”
“Yeah,” Jonah added. “Aunt Lacey won’t squeal on us, but Dusty will if mom sees him first.”
“Dusty? Squeal?” Frost asked in confusion.
He shook his head, trying to clear it. He was still trying to figure out how the twin boys were able to get the transport they arrived in to work. His eyes shifted from the dwelling to the strange two-wheeled vehicle with pedals and a small sidecar.
He had been doubtful when the boys insisted he fold his long frame into the narrow seat of the little oval-shaped egg with a hole cut out of the top and a hard seat in the center of it. It had been surprising
