Chapter 5

Nat Allen, indeed. What would Miss Lucille or Maddy have to say if they knew Natstands for Natalie? 4

In the morning while I’m getting dressed, movement in the mirror behind me catches my attention and I watch the door knob turn slowly, almost as if someone hopes to sneak into my room.

Then the door shudders when whoever it is on the other side tries to push it open, and out in the hallway, a man grunts. Quickly I button my shirt, tucking it into my dungarees, then I buckle my belt into place. Grabbing my hat off the bed post, I pocket the change on my dresser and hurry to the door. I press my ear against it, listening, but whoever was there is silent, or has moved on.

Cautiously I unlock the door and inch it open. The hall beyond is empty.