He glanced at the bags. « Do I want to know? »
« Probably not. »
He sighed. « Just make sure I don’t have to get you out of trouble. »
« Professional criminals don’t do that. »
Outside, the street was quiet.
We crept towards Elaine’s property, speaking in hushed voices.
« Remember what we talked about, » I murmured.
Owen nodded solemnly. Then he almost tripped over his own shoelace.
« Professional criminals don’t do that, » I pointed out to him.
« You were good at that! »
« Professional criminals tie their children’s shoelaces! »
I almost burst out laughing. We got to work.
« Mom, I thought you said you were good at that! »
« I was! Twenty years ago! »
When we were finished, my cheeks hurt from laughing so much.
I woke up to the sound of someone shouting.
We hurried home with our empty bags.
Owen turned around once. « Do you think Grandma will like it? »
