Pete saw the sign first. “Mom!” he yelled out suddenly, startling Karen. She nearly dropped her coffee. Arkelus barked once, then was quiet.
“Jeez!” Karen said, trying to balance the cup before it spilled over.
“But Mom, that’s the place! See the sign? It says The Winthrop Place, CR 49. What does ‘CR’ mean?” Pete said, more to himself than to his mother.
“It stands for County Road.”
“Oh,” he said. “Duh.” He turned off his mp3 player.
“Don’t worry about it. You won’t be expected to know things like that ‘til you drive. And we both know that won’t be for a long time.”
“Right,” Pete said. “Only eight years away.”
“Mmm.” Karen handed Pete her coffee and turned onto the road, yawning as she did so. “Man, I’m tired. How about you, kiddo?”
“Nope,” Pete said. And he wasn’t. When he first heard he and his mom were moving out to the country, he wasn’t happy about it. But then his friend Ronnie (who was a whole year older than Pete) said, “Are you crazy? A 110-year-old farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere? You know what that means?”
Oh, yeah. Pete knew alright. He knew it would have a dirt cellar. He knew there weren't any neighbors for miles around. He knew he'd be long gone before anyone found the bodies.
Arkelus whimpered and pawed at the rolled-up blanket on the floor. Pete smiled. Am I crazy, Ronnie? Am I? He sipped the lukewarm coffee. By the way, Mom, I'll be driving a lot sooner than you think.
Opening: freddie.....Continuation: iago