Simon winced at the stinging words and turned red. He looked around, hoping that no one had heard it - and that no one was seeing what was going on, as if he should be ashamed of himself.

One of his shirts on the floor had a stain on it, where Mr. Hurley had wiped the dirt of the street off on it. He wanted to pick it up, but dared not stoop down with an angry Hurley so close.

"I'm not, anymore. I'm leavin' Whitby." He wanted to sound determined, but he couldn't help the light tremor in his voice.