Sharon cuts between me and the stairs, blocking my way out. “Imagine my surprise when I came downstairs and discovered that three of you were gone!” she snarls. Something silver glints in her hand. Is it a ring? A bracelet? No. It’s a knife. Sharon is holding a knife. Oh my goodness! Sharon is holding a knife! It’s a butter knife, but still. It’s scary! What kind of kid walks around with a knife? A horrible one, that’s the kind. I take a step back and put my arm around Ralph’s midsection. Ralph’s eyes are teary. “You came back! You really did!” “Of course I did,” I say. “JARG!” Ralph sighs. “But I guess now we’re not going anywhere.” “Why not?” Sharon asks. “Um, because you caught us?” Ralph says. “And because you’re holding a knife?” She looks down at the knife in surprise. “This? I was just going to make myself a bagel with cream cheese. I like a middle-of-the-night snack. I can’t sleep. It’s too hot in my room.” Hope balloons in my chest.
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