I’m still trudging toward Windsong. I should be there anytime now.
“Wait,” I say squinting, “is that it?”
It is! I run with a sudden burst of energy. Then I stop. What should I say and which house should I go to? I ask myself. The second question is easy: I’ll go to the first house I see. Now for the first question.
I go to the doorstep of the first house I see. But before I knock, I think about what I’m going to say. I have a few ideas like: ‘I’m lost, do you think I can stay the night?’ And: ‘I’m running away from my home and trying to get to my grandma’s. May I stay here for the night?’ But each of those has their own problems.
But before I can make up my mind, a friendly-looking lady comes out.
“Oh!” she says, clearly surprised, “what brings you here?”
“Ummm, I’m trying to find somewhere to stay for the night. May I stay here?” Good choice, My conscience tells me,
The less she knows the better.
The lady’s face brightened.
“Of course!” she exclaimed, “Oh, and my name is Jen. What’s yours?” Uh oh! I yell at myself, I haven’t decided yet!
Ummm, Tori,” I decide on. It’s not my favorite name, but it’ll do.
“That’s a beautiful name!” gushes Jen.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Well, come on in! I’ll fix you dinner,” says Jen.
“Thank you,” I say once again. This is going great! She doesn’t suspect a thing! I say to myself as I follow Jen inside. Maybe this will work out after all.