4
We traipsed up the quiet hill to the street on which we lived. A bright color in the white neighbor’s lawn caught my attention. The sign read Room For Rent in bold, red letters.
I glanced at Orion and jerked my head toward the sign. “Looks like Widow Snoopy next door wants some company.” That was the old woman who lived beside us. She was snoopier than a hound and as gossipy as a parrot.
He shook his head as he strode up the path to our porch. His lips were pursed as he glanced down at the girl in his arms. “There’s no time for that. I’m a little worried that she hasn’t woke up yet.” He stopped on the porch and turned to me as I followed him up the steps. “Besides, I have much to teach you about caring for kids, my young apprentice.”
I snorted and opened the door. “Just do
