Wayfarer's End by Genevieve Mckay

Author:Genevieve Mckay [Mckay, Genevieve]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Stone Pony Studios
Published: 2016-10-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

House Arrest

I was on house arrest for two whole days, not allowed to leave the property or visit Henry at all.

My aunt was upset to the point of tears when I’d finally arrived back at the hospital. It seemed like a bad idea to argue with her while she yelled. I seethed silently in the back seat of the car, thinking she was being pretty dramatic. I’d only been gone for an hour, after all. I didn’t tell her the whole story about where I’d been or about meeting Bob. I mentioned everything up to finding the bookstore and said I’d lost track of time. I wasn’t ready to explain I’d had coffee with a potentially crazy stranger.

Watching her cry was awful and I could see, what with everything happening with Leo and the Nzumbe, how she would assume I’d been kidnapped or killed. I felt horrible that she was so upset but part of me thought she was overreacting. It was just a mistake; I hadn’t hurt her on purpose or anything.

My aunt shook so badly, she couldn’t drive. Uncle Pete drove us home and lectured me the whole way about being responsible. He’d been sleeping at the hospital all week, taking turns with Dr. Marlin to watch over Henry, but after my “incident,” he decided to spend the night at home.

I didn’t really like the idea of Henry being left alone with just the doctor to watch him. I had the feeling Dr. Marlin didn’t really care about Henry except as an interesting patient. Still, I missed my uncle and was glad he was home; even if he was mad at me for being, in his words, reckless and selfish.

I didn’t tell anyone about Bob or his sister maybe being a Nzumbe. It sounded true when I sat across the table from him, but in the light of day, I wasn’t so sure. I would at least have to tell Louisa at some point, when she stopped being mad at me.

I spent the morning hanging out in the barn with the horses. Ramsay was so much better. He nearly looked like his old self again. He hadn’t stopped eating hay since he got home and looked a little less skeleton-like. The old sparkle was in his eyes, too.

Our Wi-Fi actually reached as far as the barn. I dragged my laptop out there and parked on a stack of hay bales across from Ramsay’s stall. I brought a blanket and a thermos of hot chocolate so I could stay all day, if needed. Rosie plunked herself at my feet and sighed deeply, resting her head on my boot.

I wrapped the blanket snugly around my shoulders and flipped through my Mining and Mayhem book, looking at old, faded pictures and finding familiar streets.

“Look, Ramsay,” I said, pointing to the book. “They used horses and donkeys down in those dark, nasty mines, too. You’re lucky you weren’t born back then.”

He looked at me with his large, intelligent eyes and snorted contentedly into his hay.

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