"Did you put the whole library in your backpack?" I called down.
Darby squinted up at me. What little afternoon sunlight was left glinted off her glasses. "Mrs. Bonham says smart fourth graders learn long division while they're in third grade." She adjusted her straps over her thin shoulders with a grimace. "I think Mrs. Bonham should be arrested."
I bit back a laugh and jerked my head for her to come up. "Let's go to the snack machine so you can smear Cheetos all over your homework."
She grinned. "That's a great idea." Her blonde ponytail bobbed as she lugged herself up the stairs with her backpack swinging from side to side.
She seemed like regular Darby. No hidden terrors lingered behind her blue eyes. Maybe she'd forgotten all about what had spooked her last night. Lucky girl.