us anything. Weâre just happy to see you.â
The man kept a steady eye on Arlo, as if he was trying to figure out why a white boy would be traveling with his mother.
âYou didnât tell me youâd be bringing a friend.â
âThis is Ronald,â Bernice said. âWe met at the bus station.â She gave Arlo a wink. âDidnât we, Ronald?â
Arlo nodded.
âRonald is going to see his grandma in Edgewater. You think we could give him a ride?â
Tyrone glanced sideways at his mother.
âItâs all right,â Bernice said. âHe just needs a ride to her house. Isnât that right, Ronald?â
âThatâs right,â Arlo said. He looked at Tyrone and smiled.
Tyrone did not smile back. âThe carâs out front,â he said, giving Arlo a look that made it clear he had his doubts about Arloâs story.
âRonald needs to make a phone call first, though, donât you, son?â
âYes, maâam,â Arlo said.
âAnd he needs to borrow your phone.â
Tyrone frowned. He put down Berniceâs bags and cocked his head toward Arlo.
âMy battery ran out,â Arlo explained.
Tyrone ran a hand back and forth across his chin, as if he were thinking hard before deciding what to do next. Finally, he reached into his pocket and handed Arlo his phone.
âThank you,â Arlo said.
âItâs all right,â Tyrone said.
Bernice patted Arlo on the shoulder. âYou go on and call Information, now.â
âInformation?â Tyrone put the bags down again. âYou mean, he doesnât have his grandmotherâs number?â
âRonald says he left the number at home.â
âSorry,â Arlo said to Tyrone. He lifted one shoulder and let it drop.
Tyrone shifted his weight from one foot to the other, leaning closer to Arlo. âWhereâd you say you met my mother?â
âAt the bus station.â
âMmm-hmm.â Tyrone narrowed his eyes. âI reckon youâd better hurry up and make that call. Mama doesnât do so well standing on her feet a long time.â
Arlo looked at the keypad.
âDial 411,â Bernice said.
Arlo felt Tyrone watching as he punched in the numbers. An operator came on the line.
âCity and state, please?â
âEdgewater, Virginia,â Arlo said. That was the easy part.
âWhat listing?â she asked.
Here goes,
Arlo thought. Better not use a real name. Once Bernice and Tyrone dropped him off, Arlo didnât want anyone to be able to trace him. Better think of a phony name. And better do it fast. Before Tyrone grew any more suspicious than he already was. John Smith was too obvious.
Oh, just say whatever name comes to mind,
Arlo thought.
Sam.
There you go. That was a good first name. Sam
what
?
Gretzky.
That was it. Sam Gretzky. It sounded real enough.
âMrs. Sam Gretzky,â Arlo said into the phone. He had to fight to keep from laughing at the idea of Sam being related to Mrs. Gretzky.
âOne moment, please.â
âSheâs checking,â Arlo reported as Tyrone stood over him, tapping his foot.
âThereâs an Arthur Gretzky on Beachcrest,â the operator said.
âThatâs it,â Arlo said, smiling and nodding for Bernice and Tyroneâs benefit.
Bernice nodded back at him. âIf you hold on, theyâll connect you at no extra charge,â she said.
âOK.â Arlo held the line. Whatâs the worst that could happen? Someone answers and he talks to them like itâs his grandmother at the other end. Tyrone and Bernice wouldnât know the difference, not if Arlo kept the phone pressed tightly against his ear. And he happened to know that when Information made a connection for you, the number they called didnât register on your phone. So Tyrone couldnât hit REDIAL and check up on him.
The phone rang about six times. Bernice was starting to look
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