of a grandfather clock that she couldn’t see just as Margo pronounced her a living map made Violet almost jump right out of her skin. Margo looked amused at Violet’s startled expression. “That thing is such a pain in the ass. It wakes everybody on this wing of the house up all the time. I’ve told Jonah a million times that they should get rid of it, but apparently Jeremiah is pretty attached to it. And of course, no one does anything to upset Jeremiah.” Listening to Margo’s tirade, Violet wandered over to the bed on wobbly knees and sat down on the edge. She wasn’t sure if she was going to vomit or pass out. Finally noticing Violet’s distress, Margo moved quickly to her side. She pushed a piece of Violet’s long hair behind her ear and smiled gently at her. “I’m going to help you through this, Violet. Me and Jonah, we’ll make sure you’re okay. But we have to start getting you ready for tonight; otherwise, we are both going to be in trouble.” Violet was mute as Margo pulled her up from the bed and pushed her into the adjoining room, which turned out to be a bathroom.
