Joe told Frank. It was the next morning. The two of them were walking through the woods on their way to the park to meet Chet. “Don’t get your hopes up,” Frank said. “That spare room is more like a little apartment than a regular bedroom. It even has its own bathroom. Plus, it’s totally separate from the rest of the house. There’s no way Mom and Dad would let one of us live out there all alone.” Joe shrugged. He wasn’t ready to give up hope. “Then maybe they’ll let both of us move out there,” he said. “That would be cool too. It’s a lot bigger than our room now.” “Then what would they do with our old room?” Frank still sounded doubtful. “Maybe Mom will turn it into that craft room she’s always wanted.” “Or maybe the spare room will be her new craft room,” Frank said. “That makes more sense. We should probably just ask them.” “I already tried,” Joe said. “I asked Dad before breakfast. He just said something about needing more storage space.
