Fortunately, for Josh’s sake, they didn’t have to wait too long. When they got back to Ashley’s house to play a game of chess, the phone rang.
“Ashley,” her mother yelled from her office upstairs. “This call’s for you. It’s that reporter from the Donnybrook Globe.”
“O.k., Mom,” Ashley yelled. “I’ll pick up the phone in the kitchen.” She answered the phone and listened to what the reporter said. Her eyes grew wide and she looked at Josh and gave him thumbs up. “You bet we’d like to go with you! We get home from school at 2:30, so you can pick us up then.” She told the reporter her address and then hung up the phone.
“Josh,” she said excitedly. “The reporter got a phone call from a man in who lives in Donnybrook Nursing Home. He said that he is the “P.W.” on the tree! Susan is going to pick us up tomorrow and take us to the nursing home so we can meet Mr. Wellington! Isn’t that great?”
“Great?”questioned Josh. “I guess so, but we still don’t know who ‘R.L.’ is.”
“Duh,” said Ashley. “Mr. Wellington will know because he carved the initials in the tree.”
“Oh, yeah,” Josh said brightly. “He would know that, wouldn’t he?”
“You bet,” said Ashley. “I can’t wait to meet him and hear his story.”
“Yeah,” said Josh. “But now we have to wait all through school tomorrow.”
“Oh, will you stop,” Ashley laughed. “You’re so impatient. We’re closer to knowing the whole story about the initials.”
“I guess you’re right,” Josh said with a sigh. “Why don’t we finish our chess game?”
“O.k.” said Ashley. “I just want to run upstairs and tell my mom. Do not move any of your pieces on that chessboard!”
Josh laughed and said, “Boy, you don’t trust me.”
“Not when it comes to playing chess,” said Ashley as she went out of the room.