Early next morning, even before Stephen wakes everyone making his noisy morning drink, I quietly open the door to the deck. Then, just as quietly, I sneak down the deck steps to the bowl of milk Riley and I had slipped under the edge of the last step. The bowl is still there. The milk is gone.
Creeps. There is a cat…or something that likes milk. I aim the beam of the flashlight under the stairs and deck, but I don’t see anything, which is good, since I don’t really want to find any glowing eyes, even in the daytime.
Some beast wandering around at night and drinking milk is a secret I want to keep for a while.
I want to leave early so I can see if Mr. Taggart and Alex need help, but Mom corners me.
“Morning, Henry. You’re up early,” Mom says.
I shrug.
“What’s that?” she asks and point
