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Sarah hurried down the hall with Cate in tow. The door to Mrs. Ardelio’s door opened and the old, peak-nosed woman stuck her long beak into the corridor. “What’s all the racket about this early in the morning?”
“I’m just taking a friend to breakfast, Mrs. Ardelio,” Sarah answered without stopping. Cate smiled and bowed her head to Ardelio as they passed.
Sarah led them downstairs and out onto the street where she released Cate. She cupped her chin in her hand and furrowed her brow. “Which cafe to go to. . .”
Cate looked up and down the streets. A few vehicles were parked close to them. “Which car is yours?”
Sarah raised her head. “I don’t own a car.”
The young girl tilted her head to one side and studied her companion. “Why not? I thought everyone owned a car now.”
Sara
