Edwards had made them lemonade.Edwards had made them lemonade. Maybe he'd left the glove in the kitchen? Then both he and Cal had gone down into the basement to pick up the laundry basket. He'd had the mitt then,... because he'd put it on the ledge,... while they loaded the basket with clothes. Rafael grinned and stood up. He left the room and went out into the corridor. It was dead-quiet, a calm had settled over the building now that twenty four boys between the ages of nine and thirteen were outside. The silence seemed eery. It was hot in the corridor, the early summer's heat already too much for the small window air-conditioners to deal with effectively. |