“Come on,” Haily urged.
Irene sighed, but followed Haily into the tunnel behind the school. “What is so important?” she demanded.
“Frankie! Oh, I hope no teachers catch wind of this.”
Irene stopped short. “You are not dragging me down here for some fight, are you?”
“No, no, come ON.” Haily grabbed Irene and pulled her down into the cool dark.
No one really knew why the tunnel had been built. Rumors flew of course: war armory, refugee hideaway. The favorite was another secret tunnel. Irene didn’t believe any of it. Until they stopped next to Frankie and the open door.