It happened to be Mrs. Binchy’s night off. “We’ll hire a babysitter,” said Mrs. Dearborn. “What?” said Lewis. “No! Please! Nobody my age has babysitters. Kids my age are babysitters.” His mother rolled her eyes. What other kids did, she said, was no concern of hers. Mrs. Binchy came to the rescue. “Not to worry, Mrs. Dearborn. I’ll be home early, eight at the latest. And, really, it’s as peaceful as the grave out here.” Reluctantly, Mrs. Dearborn agreed. “Keep the doors locked,” she told Lewis, as she and Mr. Dearborn left for dinner. She was wearing her shoes with the buckles instead of the ones with the laces. For her, Lewis knew, that was dressing up. “You have my number,” she said. “And if you have to call the fire or police—” “Nine-one-one,” said Lewis. How stupid could he be not to know that? As soon as they left, he headed upstairs and stretched out on the brass bed. It was just quarter to five, and he thought he might read for a while before eating the casserole Mrs.
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