CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Luckily, Greta answered her phone and was still in her home. She was thrilled to hear from me, because I’d accidentally ignored her in school earlier, and started asking me a lot of questions before I told her that I needed her to come and pick me up. I told her that I couldn’t tell her very much, but that my life was in danger and that I needed a safe place to recuperate and recover for a while. To my relief, Greta didn’t ask me any questions about it. She just told me to wait at the Golden City Cafe, where she would pick me up.
So I went to the Cafe and, a few minutes later, Greta showed up in her dad’s car. That surprised me until I remembered that Greta had gotten her driver’s license recently, which probably should have made me feel a bit embarrassed since I still di
