Chapter 13

time is on our side

Yogi sat on the end of the couch out in the junkyard with G lying next to him. He had called Bones and me into his living room to talk, but it was hard to focus, considering the place didn’t even have a roof or anything.

It looked like Annie Kratzer’s house, except without a ceiling. Bones sat in an overstuffed recliner. He was spinning it around and rocking it back and forth with his usual king-sized grin plastered on his face. How could he be smiling like that? I was worried sick. When Yogi had told us we needed to talk, he had looked dead serious. 

I sat on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from Yogi as possible. What was he planning on doing? I clutched the phone in my hand, the LightYear app open. How in the world were we ever going to get back home? 

“OK, boys, let’s have it,” Yogi said.

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