Chapter 25 Summary

August was almost over and the year was in the downward slope of the cycle. Winnie stood in her yard watching the milkweed and goldenrod across the road. She listened to the change in the songs of the birds. Two weeks had past and the Tucks had not been found. There seemed to be no sign of them anywhere. She was glad they escaped, but it had been a rough two weeks for her.

She sat on the grass and reviewed the night of the escape in her head. As soon as she was settled on the cot, the constable had come into the cell to close the shutter over the window. She had tried to seem larger and breathe heavily feigning sleep. He must have believed it, because he did not return until morning.

Winnie had remained awake all night to give...