Chapter 166

Anonymous' POV:

My mother must have heard the panic in my voice, since she turned in her seat and said, soothingly,

"Now, Janet, we discussed this. I told you there's a year's waiting list at Robert Louis Stevenson, and you told me you didn't want to go to an all-girls school, so Sacred Heart is out, and Andy's heard some awful stories about drug abuse and gang violence in the public schools around here..."

"Eighteenth-century?" I could feel my heart starting to pound hard as if I'd been running.

"That's like three hundred years old!" I Screamed.

"What's so bad," Andy wanted to know.

"About the eighteenth century?"

"Janet has never been very happy about old buildings."

My mother said in a bad news voice ...she's a reporter.

"Oh," Andy said.

"Then I guess she isn't going to like the house."