to regret this.'
"What difference does it make what I regret and
don't regret? I just want to do something good for someone and you're right: Taking Uncle Linden out of there is the best thing we can do for him. At least
someone really wants me, needs me."
"Two someones," Heyden said. "Don't forget
me."
"I won't," I said, smiling through my fury and
drying my eyes. "I'll get right on it." he promised. "Oh. I can't use the car anymore. Heyden. How
are we going to get back to Uncle Linden to tell him
we're really going to do it and he should get his
money transferred?"
"We'll use my moped. It will take us longer, but
we can get over there. When we have to take him to
the bank, we'll get a taxicab. These aren't big
problems. Hannah. Trust me. I'll solve it all and take
over from here."
"How can I do that? Mommy and Miguel are
going to be sure I come right home from school. I've
been forbidden to set foot off the property." "So go right home. You can sneak out
afterward, can't you?" "Yes. I suppose I can." All these little acts of disobedience were like
little lies. tiny leaks that soon gushed and took over
completely.
"Then there's no problem. We'll plan it all out
in school tomorrow. Start packing," he said. And that was just what I thought I would begin
to do.
.
The following morning Heyden and I met like
two conspirators in school, keeping ourselves far
enough away from anyone else so no one could
overhear any of our conversation. Half the time I