The Room of Woe: An Up2u Mystery Horror

The Room of Woe: An Up2u Mystery Horror — page 7
A year or so younger than you are now Mom said He was ten And when did he die About fifty years ago Mom lowered her window Listen she said Maybe we’ll hear the vireo The bird they’d be seeking was a white-eyed vireo It’s supposed to be rare this far north in New England but not unheard of Neither of my parents had ever seen one The car was loaded with their backpacks binoculars hiking boots and cameras What does it sound like I asked I didn’t care much about birds but I didn’t have much else to do this weekend Chip-a-whee Mom said Chip-a-wheeeee The car bounced to a stop under a giant white pine tree The air smelled damp like kicked-up mud The house was entirely in the shade Aunt Ida’s house was the last one on the dead end road and there were no others in sight The side