and I started to take off the raincoat.
"I'll wait outside," he said.
I changed, hung up the raincoat, and joined him
on the deck.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Tired and wobbly, but a hundred percent better
than I did, thanks to you."
"Let's go home," he said taking my hand. He
didn't let go until we were at the house.
"How do I look?" I asked him, brushing back
my hair.
"Fine," he said gazing at me in the glow of the
porch light.
Uncle Jacob was in the hallway when we
entered. He was heading for the living room with a
mug of tea in his hand. He paused and looked at us,
his eyes growing small and dark.
"Where were you two?" he asked.
"I met Melody coming back from studying with
her friend," Cary said quickly.
Uncle Jacob's gaze shifted from Cary to me and
then back to Cary before he continued toward the
living room.
"Get home as soon as you can tomorrow," he
said. "Lots to do."
"Okay," Cary said.
Aunt Sara appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Oh, hi. Is everything all right?"
"Yes, Aunt Sara," I said. "I'm tired and going to
sleep."
"Good night, dear," she said.