“Who’s going to watch for Bart?” he said. Zac volunteered. “I’ll do it. I’m home by three. Then Mom can leave to pick you up at school.” George hesitated, remembering what Rupert Sheldrake had written him. George wasn’t sure he wanted someone who didn’t believe in telepathy to be part of the experiment, but then he decided it was actually a good idea. If Bart did go out to the step when Zac was there, then he would still be responding to George. “Okay,” said George. “I’ll even do it for free,” Zac said, laughing. “Thanks,” said George. He grabbed his lunch and backpack and headed for the door. “Can I walk with you?” asked Vivien, raising her eyebrows in that way that made it hard for George to say no. “Don’t you want to take the bus?” asked George hopefully. “No,” said Vivien. “I take it all the time. Please. You hardly ever walk.” “George,” said his mother. George sighed. “All right,” he said. He headed down the driveway with Vivien in tow.
