She wanted to be somewhere, anywhere other than here. “Grammy!” she whispered fiercely. Penelope glanced at Aidan. “Good evening, Ms. Moon,” he said, a tinge of amusement in his voice. “Don’t ‘Ms. Moon’ me. Get in here and let’s have a look.” Penelope watched helplessly and hopelessly as Mavis opened the gate and grabbed Aidan by the front of his nicely starched shirt. “Grandmother, Aidan was just leaving.” “No, he wasn’t.” She slid Penelope a glance as she led Aidan to the porch. “He just got here.” “But he’s not…I mean, he isn’t—” “What, girl? Spit it out already and be done with it.” “He’s not here for you.” Penelope wasn’t sure who was more surprised, Mavis or Aidan or herself, as she stumbled into the dark house after them. It wasn’t completely dark. Candles flickered in the dining room, casting an eerie red glow that seemed to warn her away rather than invite her in. Uh-oh. She’d forgotten what state Mavis had been in when she’d left her this morning, then again this afternoon.
What do You think about Where You Least Expect It?
