working there in the evenings any more; not on his own.â
âAw, Mom,â grumbled Cory.
âThe police have been here. Twice now,â his mother added.
âWhat did they ask you, Cory?â Justine wanted to know.
âOh, a lot of things. Did I see the guyâs face? What kind of clothes was he wearing? Was he tall or short? What age was he? Had I ever seen the guy in the store before?â
âHad you?â
âNo. Trouble was, I didnât really see his face at all. He snuck up behind me while I was putting the oranges and celery and stuff away for the night. He poked something sharp in my back and ordered me to open the cash drawer. He grabbed all the money, then he pushed me across the store so hard it knocked off my glasses. I donât have very good eyesight without them, so all I could say for sure was that he was wearing jeans and sneakers and a baseball cap pulled down around his eyebrows.â
âWhich sounds like just about every guy in the country,â remarked Andrea.
âDid he steal anything else?â asked Justine, eager for every detail.
âAll the cigarettes. Fifteen cartons.â
âEwww. Gross,â commented Andrea.
âAnd on top of that he took my Walkman, which was lying on the counter, and that makes me really mad,â said Cory angrily.
âNow, Cory, dear, we can get you another,â consoled his mother as she got up to make the tea.
It didnât take Justine very long to return to her chatty self once her astonishment at being inside Coryâs home wore off. Coryâs mother was the sort of woman who made people feel at home, and Cory, despite his recent ordeal, turned out to be a more relaxed person in his own home than he was when he was working at the store.
âSo, how do you like Louisbourg?â he asked them both.
âThe town or the fortress?â countered Andrea.
âThe town.â
âSuits me okay,â replied Justine.
âMe too,â Andrea said with a nod.
âNot much goinâ on here,â Cory lamented, âunless getting robbed is your idea of a good time.â
Both girls giggled a bit and then Justine remarked, âThereâs not much excitement where I come from either.â
âWhereâs that?â
âRiver Bourgeois.â
âOh yeah, Iâve heard of it. But I was never there. They say itâs pretty nice.â
âIt is. Actuallyâ¦â Justine began, âif you wanted to see it for yourself you couldâ¦you could come to my birthday party next week. Andreaâs coming too. My brotherâs coming up to get us so you could get a ride. And you could stay overnight because Marc has space in his room for a camp bed.â
âBut what would your parents say about that?â asked Mrs. Rankin. âI think youâd better ask them first.â
âOh, my mom and dad wouldnât mind. Iâll check first, but I know they like me to bring my friends home. Mom always says weâre less likely to get into trouble if weâre at home,â explained Justine.
âIâm sure sheâs right,â said Mrs. Rankin.
âMmm,â muttered Cory uncertainly. âI dunno if I can go.â
âIâm really looking forward to it,â said Andrea persuasively.
âCory, why donât you go too? It would be good for you to get away from all this fuss for a while, to take your mind off the robbery,â suggested his mother.
âThe robberyâs history,â declared Cory firmly. There was a long pause before he said anything else. He didnât want anyone to think he had been bothered by what had happened to himâ¦nor that he was going to take his motherâs advice. Finally he sighed and shrugged and said, âMight be fun. Why not?â
Justine flashed a wide smile and then, in case she appeared overly enthusiastic, she assumed a matter-of-fact expression and hoped she sounded