![]() As she'd been told, she searched along the bottom for the small stick-on box holding the house key, hoping there weren't any nighttime creepy crawlers around. Success! A brightly patterned rock nestled against the wooden gate stood out under the moonlight like fluorescent paint under black light. Determined not to wake up Grandma Gerda, she tramped through the overgrown grass and shrubbery along the side of the house, searching for the mark. ![]() Her grandmother, a woman Desi had met only a few times in her twenty-eight years, had earlier instructed over the phone where the extra house key was hidden. Where did Gerda say that painted rock is? "Ouch!" She immediately regretted her outburst since it was almost midnight. ![]() A thorn from an equally old and gnarly bush snagged her T-shirt, puncturing her skin. Desi wished she had a flashlight as she crept around the side of the ancient house in the dark. ![]()
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