You yell at Barbara.
Dave looks past her at the weeds
blocking the driveway ahead and
exclaims, "A long-cut, more likely.
I've heard of kids getting lost
behind that house, the grass is so
tall.
Barbara says, "I think I could make
it through. And the driveway goes
all the way through that field and
ends right down the street from the
baseball diamond.
Barbara looks up at the house.
"It doesn't look so scary to me."
"Well, it looked like a short-cut,"
she explains angrily.
