I laughed awkwardly,then walked over and knelt by the window,my face inches from hers. I couldn't imagine why she was here,in my window,like this."To what do I owe the pleasure?" meet-in-the-dead-of-night-wearing-black-face-paint friendly. She
"I need your car,"she explained.
"I don's have a car," I said,which was someting of a sore point for me.
"well,I need your mom's car."
"you have youe own car,"I pointed out.
Margo puffed out her cheeks and sighed. "Right,but the thing is that my parents have taken the keys to my car and locked them inside a safe,which they put under their bed,and Myrna Mount-weazel