“Eddie,” his mother said firmly, “the theft of that isotope is pretty serious business. Your father is handling it the best he can. He’ll tell us what he wants us to know. It is not our part to be asking questions. You try to remember that, dear.”
Eddie didn’t say anything. He knew his mother was right. He was greatly disappointed, though, that he hadn’t had the chance to talk to his father.
Eddie was finishing breakfast when Teena telephoned.
“We’re going to Cedar Point today, aren’t we?” she asked.
“I—I guess so,” Eddie said.
“You guess so? But Mr. Anderson is holding a boat for us. This is Saturday, you know.”
“I know.”
“Well, we should get started,” Teena insisted. “It’s some row out to Cedar Point.”
“Hold on a minute,” Eddie said. “I’ve got to ask Mom.” He turned and explained their plans to his mother.
“It’s all right, Eddie,” Mrs. Taylor said. “But no getting home late like yesterday, understand?”