She didn’t look toward Evelyn’s house or check the street.

She walked straight to the back of her car and popped the trunk.

She reached in and pulled out a heavy blue canvas overnight bag.

“She packed for a trip,” Marcus said.

He stood behind Rebecca, leaning his weight on the back of her metal chair.

He clicked his silver pen twice.

“She didn’t come to babysit,” Marcus said.

Patricia walked up my driveway with the heavy bag slung over her left shoulder.