Shipley wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Perhaps it was a matter of fitting in—most of the students at Dexter had some sort of job—or maybe she just needed to do something on her own, independent of Tom. She hadn’t even told him where she was going.“Babysitting?” She could hear him chuckle as he tried to hide her clothes so she couldn’t put them back on. “Fuck that.”She shivered as she headed to her car, wishing she had worn a coat. It was five-thirty and already almost dark. She wasn’t due at Professor Rosen’s house until six, but because it was her first time babysitting, she thought it might be a good idea to arrive early and get acquainted with the baby before its parents left.The car was in its usual cockeyed spot, keys on the tire. The same person who’d stolen it that first week of school had kept on stealing it, but they always brought it back when the tank was empty. Shipley’s father had taught her to buy gas when the tank was a quarter full, so she kept on dutifully filling it, only to see the car disappear once again.
