I took a deep breath and bolted out of the bushes and stepped onto the street, then HNNNNNNNN!!!!!!! A giant station wagon blasted its horn, nearly running me over. 

The driver stuck her head out the window and yelled, “Watch where you’re going, kid! You could’ve dented my wagon!” 

Was this lady Estelle’s mother? She sure screamed exactly like her. 

I stepped back onto the sidewalk and let her pass. So much for my Big Juke sneak attack. 

Quiet Cal was staring at me, completely unfazed, as if he’d known exactly what I had planned on doing. It was really weird. So instead of running at him, I decided to go wide right. He was still staring at me as I hung a left back into Yogi’s lot and circled back to the gated entrance into the yard. And he was still there, still sitting on his bike, still staring at me.

He nodded, then turned and faced the street again. I ran around to the back of the shack, opened the door, and slammed it shut. Unfortunately, it didn’t have a lock. Yogi probably didn’t lock anything. After all, who was gonna steal from him? He knew everybody. 

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