Chapter 40

“I know you’re not, but it doesn’t hurt to say it.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

When they hung up, Trev did as Quint suggested and put a chair under the doorknob. Then he went back to deciding what to fix for supper, acutely aware now of every noise around him. He settled on sloppy Joes, since he had hamburger, ketchup, and Worcestershire sauce. Not exactly fancy, but at least it’ll be filling and it’s easy to reheat if he’s really late.

By the time he had dinner ready, only needing to be warmed up when Zack arrived, it was after six. At loose ends, Trev tried reading, giving up when he realized he was spending more time listening for footsteps in the hallway than paying attention to the words on the page. So he got a sketchpad and started to work on an idea he’d had for a new mobile. He was so involved it putting his ideas down on paper and reworking them that he jumped when the buzzer interrupted him. He hurried over to the call box, saying, “I’ll be right down.”