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pocket, then closed the door. She wasn't surprised to hear the lock turn over by itself, once again securing the secret door. The cat had moved further down the stairs, showing no sign of wanting to enter the strange passage.

  "Mom, how can that big place fit inside this little house?"

  Emma didn't have an answer to her son's question. She had only glimpsed the long, grey bricked corridor lined with what looked like heavy oak doors, but she could not reconcile what looked like the depths of a medieval castle passage with the ordinary wood house she had inherited.

  "I don't know, Kes. It shouldn't be possible. But you were there, so somehow it is. You're not to explore anymore in this house without me with you, I mean it this time!"

  "But it's our house now, isn't it? Including the secret passages?"

  "That it is," his mother answered. "At least it's my house, and you don't have permission to get yourself lost in places we don't know."

  She didn't often pull rank on the boy, but this time, she had been scared that she might have lost him.

  "Come on," she said more amiably. "Let's drive into town and buy some cat food, and a pizza. We deserve a treat after all that."

  Keshawn wasn't going to argue with pizza. He squirmed out of his mother's arms and as much as ran down the main stairs and out the front door to the car. Emma caught up with him eventually, grateful just to have him out of the house for a little while. She turned and looked at the front door just before getting into the car. Somehow the cat had followed them and was at her sentry post on the porch. Emma knew that they had to return, to keep her promise to feed April in return for her part in finding Keshawn.

  There was no getting out of it. The house was hers now, and they couldn't afford many motels. Tonight, they would have to sleep there. Emma thought to herself as she turned the key to start the car that there was no way she was going to let Keshawn have the room with the secret closet door.

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