The tail end of summer brought with it the pang of indifference from the elders. By then no one cared much where the young ones wandered off to or if they came back long past sunset, as long as they showed up. If they took care of their chores and made it down to breakfast, freedom reigned throughout the remainder of the day. Myrna and M'dear quickly finished sweeping and mopping the kitchen and the porch, beating out the rugs hung over a fence in the back yard, and bringing in the wash that hung on the line drying since the early morning wash. Rather than share their whereabouts with the others, M&M—a name they called themselves—chose to slip out unnoticed. The fewer who knew their whereabouts, the better, while they escaped to the lowland, the river's edge and crossed the creek to Fell's Pride, where they had no business being. Why? Because it was well kept with manicured lawns. Why? Because it was within their reach but beyond their knowing.