At least I donât have to hear it from Hank, Betty thought. He could be a real jerk when she was late. Said it was worry for her that made him on edge. His stomach more likely! Even the anticipation of hunger could raise a panic about dinner. And here she was: stuck in a leaf again! Doubtful sheâd be home by dinner. Hank would have a fit.
If he was here. But Hank was dead! She could stand in this leaf as long as she wanted.
















