Mrs. Westington looked curious about the
phone call, but she didn't ask me anything after I hung
up and I didn't volunteer anything. It's better to say
nothing rather than lie. I thought, and returned to the
breakfast table to join Echo. Trevor hadn't shown up
for dinner the night before and had not come to
breakfast either. I imagined he just didn't want to see
much of Rhona. As it turned out, he wouldn't have
risked it this particular morning. She and Skeeter
didn't come downstairs until nearly noon.
When they finally appeared, they were both
dressed to go out, Rhona wearing one of her old
dresses and a light blue leather jacket I had wished
would fit me. and Skeeter in a relatively clean-looking
pair of jeans, a blue shirt, and a jean jacket with all
sorts of emblems with silly things written on them
like Down with Milk. Mrs. Westington was in the
kitchen. Echo and I were in the living room reading
and working on some of her English grammar
problems in preparation for her tutoring session the
next day..
"Don't bother making any breakfast for us.
Ma," Rhona called to Mrs. Westington from the
hallway. "Skeeter and I are going to eat at the Mars Hotel in Healdsburg and then look at some properties we found out about last night. We'll see you later.
Maybe Echo wants to go," she added.
"That girl needs to do her homework for
tomorrow's lessons,"
Mrs. Westington replied quickly.
"Oh. Well, we don't want to interrupt that now,
do we. Skeeter?"