AS SHE LAY IN BED ALMOST a week later, she wondered what he’d been referring to. Seemed a little shady. Did Doug know something she didn’t?
Just then, she heard a noise outside. A raccoon? No, bigger than a raccoon. Ruth knew that sound only too well.
Scrambling out of bed, she rushed to the window to find Agnes climbing the trellis.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Agnes looked up, shocked, and said, “I thought you’d be asleep. I was gonna slip into bed with you, like a surprise. Now you’ve ruined it.”
Ruth’s chest burned, and it wasn’t indigestion. “Go home, Aggs, and quietly. Lawrence is downstairs.”
“So?”
“So what if he sees you?”
Agnes’s expression hardened. “Well, then, I guess you’ll just have to tell him about us.”
When the girl pulled herself up the trellis and
