Her decision to mind her own business seemed to have already faded from her thoughts. She saw Seth a little more than a block away, walking out ahead of her. “Hey, Seth!” she called out. “Wait up!” I don’t know why I’m yelling, Sara thought. He’s too far away to hear me. But Seth stopped and turned around and waved, and began walking toward Sara. Sara ran to meet him. “Hey, Seth,” Sara said, out of breath, “have you seen Annette’s mother?” “No,” Seth said, pausing awkwardly. “I can’t say that I have.” “Oh, I was just wondering . . .” Sara felt a slight twinge of guilt as she realized that she wasn’t keeping her promise to herself to mind her own business. They crossed the bridge on Main Street, and as they stood in the crosswalk, waiting to cross the street, a big, black, shiny car passed in front of them. “Isn’t that Annette’s dad’s car?”
