Ema: can you get out?Me: Yes. What’s up?Ema: something I saw in the woods at Bat Lady’s. I think we should take a closer look. Now? I thought, but then again, when would it be a better time? We needed the cover of dark, I guess, because I wasn’t sure we could approach the yard during the day without being seen. I threw on a pair of sweats, grabbed a flashlight, and headed for the front door.When I reached for the knob, I heard a voice behind me say, “Where are you going?”It was Myron. “Out,” I said.He made a production of looking at his watch. “It’s late.”“I know.”“And it’s a school night.”I hated when my uncle tried to play parent. “Thanks for the heads-up. I shouldn’t be gone long.”“I think you should tell me where you’re going.”“I’m just meeting a friend,” I said, hoping that would end it. No such luck.“Is it that Rachel girl who was here earlier?” my uncle asked.I needed to nip this in the bud. “We had a deal when I agreed to stay here,”
