Lara called out as Jennifer and Kelly bounded ahead of her to the edge of the woods. “And bring your sister with you.” “Why, Aunt Lara? I want to go to the stream.” “I’ve told you why. It’s not on our land.” “But we went before, and Mr. Drake said it’s okay. You heard him.” She faced Lara with indignation. “He invited us.” Blast the man! “And I don’t want you talking to Mr. Drake, either,” she grumbled, still uneasy about her decision the previous day to give Steven a chance. If she was wrong about him she didn’t want Jennifer and Kelly getting hurt. They were already starting to idolize him. “Aunt Lara!” Jennifer was clearly exasperated, her lower lip sticking out in a pout. Kelly was clinging to her sister’s hand, her own face scrunching up in readiness for the first sign that a good noisy response was called for. “You heard me.
