Peter stepped into the bathroom and allowed the door to close behind him, a bewildered look on his face. He had gotten rid of his cap and gown and was wearing a white shirt and tie. Before he could react Jane went and stood before him and, trying very hard not to smile, clasped her hands in front of her and began to plead, “Oh, please don’t tell anyone you saw me in the coatroom! I don’t want to go to jail! Please…I’ll—I’ll do anything you want.” She resisted the urge to flutter her eyelashes at him. “I don’t know when,” she replied. “We have to figure out where, first. We can’t use my house this time, my parents are home. Don’t your parents ever go away?”
Chrissy shook her head. Then her eyes seemed to focus on Jane for the first time. “Find a place. Soon,” she said, then turned and walked quickly up the alley to the street.
