Chapter 167
- [Hawthorne]
- I haven’t spoken to my great-grandmother in weeks. I should have known something was up when she appeared at my door with a big smile and a basket of treats.
- “Let’s have brunch together,” she had offered, handing over a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice. Where she found orange juice in the middle of a war is a mystery to me. But everything about Araminta Thorpe is a mystery.