Madame Adèle slipped the envelope behind the rest of her mail. "It's just bills, sweetie. They happen whether they are invited or not. »
"Do you want me to read something? Or that I take something back? »
"No, Carmen. Thank you. But Elias is taking care of it now. »
"Your nephew?"
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Constable Hayes glanced across the street at Mrs. Adele's little yellow house.
"Because yesterday," said the officer, "you noticed something that a lot of adults missed."
Then he handed me the piggy bank.
"Madam, I need you to open this."
I stared at him.
"Why?"
"So why are there police cars here?"
His expression changed, not really scared, but cautious.
"Because what's inside is more valuable than money."
***
It all started a few days earlier, when I saw Mrs. Adèle near her mailbox, clutching an envelope against her.
Oliver waved at me from his seat. "Hello, Mrs. Adèle!"
She smiles, but a second late. "Hello, my favorite dinosaur expert."
"Not yet," he says. "I still confuse meat eaters."
He chuckled, and I walked closer. "Is everything okay?"
"Hello, Mrs. Adèle!"
Madame Adèle slipped the envelope behind the rest of her mail. "It's just bills, sweetie. They happen whether they are invited or not. »
"Do you want me to read something? Or that I take something back? »
"No, Carmen. Thank you. But Elias is taking care of it now. »
"Your nephew?"
