“What?” Lizzie asked, shaking her head.
“Edward, calm down,” her mother said, putting her hand on her husband’s arm. “It’s just a book.”
He turned to look at her, an incredulous expression on his face.
“Just a book?” he asked. “Do you know what this book has in it? A bunch of garbage, made up by a crazy woman, that’s what.”
Turning back to Lizzie, he said, “I don’t want you filling your head with this woman’s crazy rantings. Take it back.”
“Edward, honey, it’s getting dark,” her mother said. “She’ll take it back in the morning.”
Looking at her daughter, she nodded with her eyebrows raised.
“Right, right,” Lizzie said, taking the book back from her father. “I’ll take it back in the morning.”
He glanced out of the window as if to confirm that night had indeed fallen and sa
