Careful What You Witch for
“Clara asked.
Everyone had returned from the afternoon tour excited and chatty. It seemed like the weekend soft launch was going over well – even with the excitable séance from the previous evening marring an otherwise pristine extravaganza. I wasn’t surprised that our fathers hadn’t asked for an encore, although they were insisting on tarot card readings after dinner. For the most part, they seemed to have put their anger aside.
“We’re having a brined pork loin,” Jack said, smiling at Clara indulgently. I didn’t miss Bay’s scowl as she studied their interaction. It bothered her. I didn’t blame her. It would bother me, too. I just had no idea why.
“Oh, that sounds yummy,” Clara said, slathering a slice of bread with butter and chomping into it enthusiastically. “The food here is amazing.”
“It’s the best food in Hemlock Cove,” Dad boasted.
I straightened in my chair.
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