"Yeah, there's a front door. I was on my way home from school... in Alexandria. Just outside of DC. I mean, I haven't lived there long, but I'm nearly sure this house was never there before this afternoon."
John tried to understand what was going on. There were no schools this far out into the country, especially private ones. Other than Emerson, there was only one other private school in the District, and it was on the Maryland side.
"You said you go to Chilton?" he asked, trying to place where he knew the name from. His brain caught a flash of remembrance, connecting why the name was so familiar. Chilton had been his father's rival high school. "As in Hartford?"