For a moment I was caught in a storm of confusion raging through my mind and heart. The kidnapping had put an ugly stain on Momma and Daddy. I could never forgive them for what they had done, but deep inside I still clung to the hope that there was some explanation. I had to have Daddy tell me his side of it.
Now I had to pay a price to have any contact with him. One way or another Grandmother Cutler got her way at Cutler's Cove, I thought. But this time I was going to get something, too.
"If I agree, will you find out what has happened to Jimmy and Fern?"
"Jimmy and Fern? You mean the Longchamps' real children?"
"Yes."
"I'll try. I promise, I'll try," he said, but I recalled what Mother had said about his promises and how easily he made them and then forgot them.
"Will you really try?" I asked.
"Sure."
"All right," I said. "But people who want to can call me Dawn."
"Sure," he said.
"Will you open the door?"
"Where's the letter?" he replied.
"Why?"
"Slip it under the door."
"What? Why won't you open the door?"
"I don't have the key," he said. "I'll go get it and tell Mother about our agreement."
I slipped the letter under, and he took it quickly. Then I heard him walk of leaving me feeling as though I had just made a deal with the devil.
I sat down on the bed to wait, but suddenly I heard the turning of the key in the lock. The door opened and I faced Philip.
"How come your door's locked?"
"Grandmother did it. She thinks I stole a necklace."
He shook his head.
"You better get out of here. Grandmother doesn't want us to be alone together. Clara Sue told her stories and—"
"I know," he said, "but I can't help it this time. You must come with me."
"Come with you? Where? Why?"
"Just trust me," he said in a loud whisper. "Hurry."
"But—"
"Please, Dawn," he pleaded.
"How come you had the key to my room?" I demanded.
"Had the key?" He shook his head. "It was in the door."
"It was? But . . ."