Chapter 3
WEARY TRAVELERS
My new friend sat on our backdoor steps staring at the baseball field for a long time. I guess he didn't have anything else to say, so I just sat beside him staring at the baseball field too. Then he stretched out his long legs like a spider, stood up, and tapped on the secret window in our back door. My grandma came to the door, opened it, and took the dinner plate from the hobo. He thanked her for the food and said it was the best food he had ever eaten. My grandma gave him a quick nod of her head, as if to say thank you, and then she told me that it was time to come into the house. I told my friend goodbye and walked into the house with my grandma right behind me. She closed the back door and walked over to the kitchen sink to wash the dinner plate.
I stood on the tip of my toes with my face pressed against the back door window, trying to catch a final glimpse of my new friend and to see if he was going to walk back to the train tracks. But much to my surprise, he didn't walk away. He stood on the bottom step of our back porch, looking out over the baseball field like he was searching for something or someone. He then glanced toward the side of our house like a secret agent in a spy movie. I held my breath as I was afraid he...
