"Don't you make a lotta racket and bother Grandma Ming. I'll go call Wiley."
I didn't want to use the front doorsteps; it was easier to run to the end of the porch and jump off. Besides, that put me right at the gate between our yard and Grandpa's yard. In a second I was on his porch and standing right by his rocking chair.
Grandpa was sitting in the hot sunshine, his hat tilted down over his eyes and his Gazette spread out across his knees. I could hear him snoring, loud.
I eased up closer to his rocker and tapped him on the hand. "Grandpa?"
He didn't hear me.
"Grandpa?"
"Huh? What? Oh, it's you, Bandershanks." He pushed back his hat brim and moved the newspaper. "How's my girl?"
"Grandpa, Mister Hawk said for you to get down to the road. And make haste. It's going fast!"
"What's going fast?"
"That auto'bile coming!"