Twisted Roots (DeBeers 3)

found we were whispering. Oh, my friends were

watching us and talking about us. I could see that, but

none of them had any idea what we were plotting. Heyden had downloaded a copy of the motorhome description with pictures on his computer and

showed it to me.

"You can see we have lots of room for us and

Uncle Linden," he said.

"What if he gets frightened. Heyden?" "Of what?"

"He's never really been away. He's only been in

hospitals and homes and Joya del Mar."

"He won't get frightened as long as we are

confident." he insisted. 'We have just got to keep our

own fears and nervousness covered up well." He looked down and then up and smiled, "I

made the deal."

"You did?"

"And once he heard it was for cash, it was even

a better one than I originally thought. I have to bring

the money to the owner as soon as possible. Right

after you get home, you'll get out and we'll go to

Uncle Linden and take him to the bank so he can

make his withdrawal.'

"But what if Mrs. Robinson gets wind of this?

We can't just take him off in a cab. She lets me take

him

for walks, but she's never let me take him in a cab

or in the car. I would need Mommy's permission

first."

Heyden thought a moment.

"What we'll do is pretend we're just taking him

for a walk, and about a block or so away we'll get the

cab. Then we'll get the motor home and leave." "Leave. You mean today?"