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Authors: O. T. (Terry) Nelson

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She's crazy, he thought, as he let her speed away from him. She must be going at least 50. She'll kill herself! He slowed down a little.

And then
he
decided to speed up. It was easy to control the car, especially when he stayed in the middle of the road. He wasn't going to let her beat him.

When the needle reached 60, he could see her just ahead. His hands were frozen to the wheel, his muscles tense. Pulling wide to the left side of the road, he roared past her at Main and Lombard.

She came up beside him at Highway 53, and together they slowed for the Swift Road turnoff. Lisa resumed the lead, and they went back to their snail's pace. A straight road was one thing, but the sharp turns on Swift Road were something else.

The excitement of the race was gone in an instant when they turned onto Grand and saw the street filled with children.

“What happened?” Lisa asked the sentry.

The Chidester Gang had attacked. “They must have heard you crash on Riford. That
was
you, wasn't it? They probably saw you leaving and knew it would be a good time to strike.”

“Was anyone hurt?” she asked.

“No,” he said, “nothing serious. They hit me on the head and then went straight for your house. Todd sounded the alarm and pulled the rock slide cord. The dogs were useless. They just wanted to play. But the rock slide did the job. A rock hit Tom Logan and knocked him out. The gang thought he was dead. They started carrying him away.

“Only four kids showed up right away. I guess the rest were afraid. By the time the other kids answered the alarm, it was all over. Most of them watched from behind the trees until they thought it was safe to be brave.

“By the time they got near my station, Tom was standing up. His head must have hurt a lot. The gang started to come at me but he called them off.

“I watched them leave. At first, I was afraid that we'd killed Logan. I don't like the kid much, but still, we don't want to kill anyone, do we?”

Lisa's little brother was the center of attention. The other kids were coming over to give him high-fives. Todd was just glad to see his sister. He told her the story again in a rush of words. Lisa listened with new interest. He wasn't quiet anymore. He was excited, proud, and scared all at the same time.

“You're a brave boy, Todd. Just think of all you saved. They would have taken everything.”

Lisa wanted to ask the other kids something: Where did their bravery go? Would they have stayed behind those trees while the gang beat Todd up again? What if that lucky rock hadn't found Logan's head?

But they were afraid. She could understand that.

The members of the Grand Avenue militia all wanted to share the credit. Before long, they were inventing new versions of the battle. The defense system they had slaved for was now the real hero. “It worked!” they shouted. “Our defense plan worked!”

The children were proud and more confident now. Let them imagine it as they please, Lisa thought. Maybe next time the memory will feed their bravery.

She knew that there
would
be a next time, but she was certain also that next time victory would not be a matter of luck.

Craig brought out the treats. Charlie built a bonfire in the street, and someone tried to make up a song about their “Grandville.” Julie made up the new lyrics:

When we first came to this land,

We were not so happy then,

So we built a fighting band.

Now we do what we can,

And we call our land

The land of Grand—

Grandville—Grandville.

They sang it over and over until it actually began to sound like a real song. It would run through their heads for hours.

Lisa ended the evening with a special announcement: “Let's declare that tomorrow will be the first holiday in Grandville. Sleep late if you like, but let's meet by the lake at noon.” They roared approval and sang their new song all the way to their doors.

CHAPTER NINE

T

he melody still ran through Lisa's head as she climbed into bed next to Todd. “You were a brave guy, Toddy-boy. Will you come with me tomorrow night to the Secret Place? I need your help. Craig and I should take turns going, so that one of us will always be around here.”

It was the best reward she could have given him. “You mean in the car and everything? Sure, Lisa, I'll come!”

“There's one other thing, Todd. I'd like to have you try to drive the car. We can practice tomorrow in the Glenbard parking lot.”

Todd was a happy kid. His thoughts raced as Lisa drifted into sleep. What time is it? he wondered. What day is it tomorrow? How many days have gone by since we were left alone? He couldn't be sure, but it seemed to him that it had been a long, long time.

Even though it was an official holiday, the Grand Avenue citizens couldn't sleep late. At eight, a small band of children decided to form a wake-up party. They called on Julie first, then woke up Charlie and his sisters. At the Jansens', they added Jill, Missy, Katy, and all of their orphans. Then they went on to Steve and Cheryl's house. Steve was angry at first, but the cheerful procession was too inviting, so he joined in.

The mischievous troop went next to the Bergman house. “Let's scare 'em,” said Steve. They surrounded the house, scratched lightly on the boarded windows and, on the count of ten, broke into a roar of war cries and giggles.

“You didn't scare us,” Erika lied.

Craig was too sleepy to care. “Go away,” he said.

“Come on, let's get Lisa and Todd,” someone shouted.

The Nelson fortress was stronger than any of the others, so they walked over the rooftops from Craig's. “Be careful,” he warned, as they tiptoed one by one across the narrow planks above the houses. “Quiet, you'll wake them!”

Craig had already made them walk those high planks during militia practice. “You can't be afraid,” he had said over and over again, but the children were still scared. Some of the younger ones had cried, while the older children pretended to be brave. But today they all had courage.

“We'll slip down through the trapdoor,” he whispered. “I'll go first and help you in. This will be a ‘quiet' exercise. Remember, not a sound.” He opened the padlock with his key.

It was strange to see 30 children on top of the house, disappearing, one at a time, into the roof. Amazing, thought Craig, how quiet they can be when they want to be.

Someone slipped on the trapdoor ladder and said a very bad word. “Quiet!” was Craig's whispered order. “Watch your step.”

Eileen giggled a little too loudly at the bad word. The other children glared her into silence. It was a good thing that Lisa and Todd slept way down in the basement.

They tiptoed single file down the stairs, through the kitchen, and down to the windowless room in the basement. No one shouted. Julie knocked on their door. “Surprise! Wake up!”

Yawning heavily, Lisa could only say, “How did you get in here?” Todd's sleepy eyes tried to focus on the faces at the door.

They dressed quickly while the other children gathered tools and weapons for the day. Everything was loaded into the two cars.

“Drive slow,” Charlie pleaded, “so I can ride on the hood.”

“Hey, good idea,” said Steve, and some of the other children climbed on top of the cars. The smaller ones piled inside. They drove toward the lake, followed by the shouts of those who were left to walk.

It was a great day, sunny and warm for December. Jill took the little ones to the swings, while a group of girls sat by a campfire singing. Charlie, Craig, Steve, and a half-dozen younger boys played football until the sky clouded up.

It turned cold when the sun disappeared. The whole party moved into the boathouse. Why hadn't they thought of it before? It was perfect. In no time the big fireplace was glowing. They laughed and sang for hours.

“Where are Lisa and Todd?” someone asked, noticing that they were gone.

“They'll be back soon,” said Craig. He'd promised not to tell anyone that she was teaching Todd how to drive the car in the Glenbard parking lot. But Craig's answer made them suspicious. Before long the parking lot was filled with spectators and eager students. “It's not hard, really,” some of them bragged. “Toddy is getting really good. Look at him now!”

Before long, Steve Cole approached them. “It's time for someone else to be the sentry. I've been on guard since noon, you know!”

“Here, Steve, want to try driving?” asked Lisa. “I'll show you how.” He learned quickly. Good, she thought. Soon we'll have six or seven cars running.

After Steve's lesson, she called them all together. “Okay, let's pack up and get home. Hurry, it'll be dark soon. Let's load them up!”

Their first holiday was over. “They'll never be as good as this again,” she said, and the children agreed.

After dark, Lisa and Todd got ready for their trip. “Keep a careful eye out tonight,” she told the sentry. Lisa drove away, but not on Riford this time. Instead they circled around on Elm and Main, and then drove back to St. Charles at Five Corners.

Lisa's old doubts were nagging at her, but she didn't want to think about them. The celebration had really been fun, but something was wrong. What was making her feel so uncertain?

Lisa stopped the car.

“Toddy-boy, do you want to drive for a while?” Before he took over, she explained the instruments on the dashboard and the rules for night driving.

“Why can't we turn on the lights?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer. He strained his neck to see the road above the steering wheel.

“Here, Todd, you'd better sit on something so you can see.” She folded their coats and added the pillow from the back seat. “There, is that better?”

Lisa coached her new chauffeur. “Easy on the brakes . . . turn the wheel slowly . . . don't jerk it . . . Todd, I said easy on the brakes!” But he was driving the car, a little boy. Was it possible?

“I didn't hit anything at all, Lisa,” he said proudly, as he finally parked by the warehouse.

“You did a great job, Toddy-boy.” What else could she say after all the dents she had put in the car?

“Please don't call me that, Lisa.” He didn't mind the name before. But he was too big for it now. “Okay, Todd,” she promised.

He was excited about the Secret Place when he saw it. He wanted to wander through it all night with the flashlight, but she interrupted his thoughts. “Come on, Todd, we've got a lot of work to do.” They lifted, carried, and packed for two hours.

He slept all the way home. It's nice to have him along, Lisa thought. The little guy is really strong. We were lucky last night. The Chidester Gang could have wiped us out. He's brave, too.

Still, it
had
been luck. That rock falling on Logan was pure chance. It could have just scratched or bruised him and made him mad. He might really have hurt Todd . . . and that cowardly militia! She had to figure a way to toughen them up.

As the car turned onto Swift Road, Lisa thought, “No, not tonight. Surely they wouldn't attack again tonight.” She reassured herself. “They're bound to think that Grand Avenue will be on a total alert . . .”

But she was wrong, very wrong. The next thing she saw was a giant flame reaching high above the trees. From as far away as St. Charles Road, she could see the terrifying glow.

“Todd, wake up! Todd, Todd!”

“What's the matter, Lisa?” He looked up and saw their home burning like a torch.

Then came the tears. The two children parked and got out of the car. They stood shaking, silently, in front of the home they'd always loved. They cried to themselves, as motionless as statues, while the blazing heat dried their tears.

“Come on, Lisa. Come on, Todd,” the other children said. “Nothing can be done to save it now.” But they didn't hear. They just stood and watched.

“There's nothing you can do, Lisa,” said Jill. “You and Toddy-boy come home with me now. We have room. Please?”

“Toddy-boy?” He snapped out of his trance and turned around. “Who said that? My name is Todd . . .”

Lisa wasn't paying attention. “Why?” was all she could say, over and over, in her mind. “Why?” It was more than just the house. Her confidence and her joy and her wanting to rebuild things began to leave her. Her dreams and plans were being destroyed with the house.

She stood there, feeling nothing, through the night. Todd stayed beside her. The flames became embers, and the daylight finally shone upon them.

Then they went to Jill's.

CHAPTER TEN

W

hat's the matter with Lisa? they all wondered. She just sits there thinking.

Actually she didn't think about much during that next week. Sometimes she would wander by the lake, and other times she'd talk to Todd, usually at night, in their bed. But most of the time, Lisa did nothing.

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