Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

home, she pretended to pout. “At least let me escort
you,” she said, so we waved goodbye to the others
and crossed over to the cairn, me doing my best to
memorize the placement of her feet as we went.
When we got there I said, “Come with me to the
other side a minute.”
“I shouldn’t. I’ve got to get back or the Bird will
suspect us.”
“Suspect us of what?”
She smiled coyly. “Of … something.”
“Something.”
“She’s always on the lookout for something,” she
said, laughing.
I changed tactics. “Then why don’t you come see
me tomorrow instead?”
“See you? Over there?”
“Why not? Miss Peregrine won’t be around to watch
us. You could even meet my dad. We won’t tell him
who you are, obviously. And then maybe he’ll ease up
a little about where I’m going and what I’m doing all
the time. Me hanging out with a hot girl? That’s like his
fondest dad-dream wish.”
I thought she might smile at the hot girl thing, but
instead she turned serious. “The Bird only allows us to
go over for a few minutes at a time, just to keep the
loop open, you know.”
“So tell her that’s what you’re doing!”
She sighed. “I want to. I do. But it’s a bad idea.”
“She’s got you on a pretty short leash.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she
said with a scowl. “And thanks for comparing me to a
dog. That was brilliant.”
I wondered how we’d gone from flirting to fighting
so quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s not that I wouldn’t like to,” she said. “I just can’t.”
“Okay, I’ll make you a deal. Forget coming for the
whole day. Just come over for a minute, right now.”