By Susan Kimmel Wright
Whereas attempting to determine who's chargeable for stealing mail from close by mailboxes, Nellie permits outward appearances to steer her to suspect a highschool dropout, an getting older actress, Sasquatch, and a lonely classmate.
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Strangely, it was true. " She'd drop everything to sit and talk to him on the rare occasions when he came by with one of his never-ending problems. Jay kind of ducked his head in a way that could have meant "thanks," "bye," or "see ya," and slipped back into the kitchen. Jay only used words when there wasn't a grunt or gesture that would convey the general idea. " "No thanks, Mrs. Keppler. I've got to be going. " "Maybe. " Nellie brightened. She hadn't really considered that possibility. A raw gust caught her face as she stepped back onto the porch.
His mom ran away. " Rick's voice was weary. "Don't say stuff like that. " "Well, it's true," Billy mumbled. He took off after his younger brothers. " Nellie automatically called after them, even though Dunkard Road was even quieter than usual in the deep gray slush. A township truck was parked in front of the school bus now, and the driver was talking to Mrs. Hagen. Nellie waved, but Mrs. Hagen didn't notice. The Lucky Clover trailer court sat at the civilized end of Dunkard Road. " Years ago, in the days of horse-drawn farm wagons, the road went through to Begg City.
And without Rich and the boys it was strangely quiet. The road, leading off into the woods ahead, seemed lonely and unwelcoming. Nellie glanced back at the warm house where Jay sat with his car keys, before setting her face toward Sasquatches and bears and walking on. Page 35 4 Watcher in the Woods Nellie was beginning to wish she'd stayed on the bus. Her boot was rubbing her left heel and she tried to shuffle so it didn't get worse. Beyond Kepplers' fields, the woods closed around the road once more.