I told her everything.
“Seven o’clock.”
“What did that boy do?”
When I hung up, Gabriel stepped closer.
“Who did you call?”
“Someone I wanted to ask a question.”
“What question?”
I picked up the bag of trash from the counter.
“Apparently, I don’t understand your job description.”
He stared after me.
***
At seven, the doorbell rang.
“Who did you call?”
Gabriel exhaled.
“I swear, if this is one of your friends coming over to gang up on me…”
He opened the door.
Then froze.
An elderly woman stood on the porch holding a pie.
She smiled.
“Well, look at you.”
Gabriel blinked. Color climbed from his collar into his face.
“I swear, if this is one of your friends coming over to gang up on me…”
“Mrs. Fisher?”
She hugged him before he could move.
Then she stepped back and studied his face.
“What did you do?”
I had to turn away for a second.
Gabriel looked at me.
“Why is she here?”
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