that two dark-haired men, both stout and rough
looking, had followed Rhona and Skeeter and were
now facing Skeeter and speaking to him with large,
threatening gestures. They were backing him up, one
stabbing him repeatedly with his finger in Skeeter's
shoulder. I hurried us along the path of booths. telling Echo we had better get home before her grandmother
got worried.
As soon as we were home. Echo couldn't wait
to tell her grandmother about the fair. She mentioned
nothing about the mall and neither did I. She went,
instead, into a long explanation about the dream
catcher and the mugs.
"It's very nice of you to buy all that for her,"
Mrs. Westington told me. "Let me reimburse you." "No, please. They're my gifts to her." "That's very nice of you."
The house was filled with the wonderful
aromas of all the food she had been making while we
were away.
"Something smells delicious," I said. "I decided to think of this as a form of
Thanksgiving," she said. "Maybe if I change my
attitude, things will be better. Maybe, just maybe, that
girl's been turned around enough to set her eyes on a
decent life for herself here. I fixed a turkey, my
special garlic mashed potatoes, cranberries, and
asparagus, which used to be Rhona's favorite
vegetable. I took out one of the pies I had frozen as
well, the apple. We'll put some ice cream on it. too.
Rhona used to love that."
She explained it all to Echo and then she asked
us to help set the table. I saw that Trevor was
definitely going to be at this dinner, which made me