And Ali Makes ThreeChapter 4
As I reached the top of the stairs, I asked, "What's wrong, girls?" Mary, red-faced, was silent but Ali said, "We heard a noise on the roof and Mary was afraid it might be a burglar, or a rapist, or something." "More likely a raccoon or porcupine," I observed with a smile. "That's what I told her, but she's still frightened. Would you stay with us, just until she gets to sleep?" she asked. Mary looked at me, her blue eyes wide and pleading, and nodded her head in...