The Blue Man Post 8

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You disturb God’s name. It almost sounds like an insult, only he hadn’t delivered it like an insult, he was being literal. She was messing with God’s name? How could you do that?

The camera robot tapped against the glass. “I’ll get it.” She couldn’t resist sticking her head out the window once it had flown in. The Johnsons’ house was still lit. Mrs. Baton’s car pulled into the driveway. She closed the window and turned to Murdock. “Mrs. Baton’s back.”

He was plugging a wire from the camera robot to the vidplayer. “Do you foresee problems?”

“She’s not exactly hands off.”

Like Cyndia had spoken a cue, a quick knock hit the door before it swung open. “What were you doing half out the window? Sneaking out?” Mrs. Baton slammed her fist onto her hips.

Cyndia looked straight ahead. Couldn’t give Murdock away. “If I was sneaking out, I would use the door. You weren’t home.”

“Nothing normal like wanting to see a boy; probably going to sneak out and pretend to be a detective. This is real life, and people who pry into other people’s lives are not heroes. They hurt people, and turn into alcoholics. You have to get your head out of those books.” Mrs. Baton clicked her tongue. “What is this, more trash?” She pulled the book from Cyndia’s hands.

“It’s a library book for the history paper I have to write.”

“You’re not reading this before bed.” She tucked the book under her arm. “Now get to bed. You have to go to school tomorrow.”

“The Johnsons’ lights are still on.”

Mrs. Baton sighed. “There you go, being nosy again. Their kids are probably just upset and they need longer to get them to bed. Now good-night.”

Cyndia rolled her eyes. Murdock and his equipment was gone. “It’s safe to come out now.”