After watching her dig in silence for a while, I realized two things. One, that red dirt was some of the hardest stuff I’d ever seen in my life. And two, Claudia had something in the pocket of her coat. Something she kept checking on.
I took my place at the hole, stood hard on the shovel. It snapped back and hit me in the chest.
Claudia snorted. “Nice move, Poindexter.”
I tried again, stamping with just one foot and keeping the shovel well away from me. My shoulder muscles screamed but the shovel barely sank. I’d never dug a hole before; it looked so easy on TV.
“So, what’s in your pocket?” I asked.
Claudia’s head snapped up. “Who said there’s anything in my pocket?”
I didn’t look at her. “You keep checking it, whatever it is. I figure it must be important.” Another thought crossed my mind. “And, I figure you plan to bury it in this hole.”
I nodded. “Breath mints. Very cool.”
“No dufus.” She leaned close and I caught the scent of strawberries. “A book.”