Jake crossed our lawn and knocked on Gary’s front door.
I stayed on the porch.
A minute later, Gary opened the door.
I couldn’t hear everything at first, but then Jake spoke louder.
« Mr. Gary, I just need you to answer one question. »
Gary folded his arms.
« What? »
« Are you sure you’re not paying for my bike? »
I nearly walked over.
That couldn’t possibly be his entire plan.