Chapter 5
The next morning Grace found Annabelle in the kitchen frying bacon in a cast-iron skillet. Annabelle hadn’t seen her yet, odd since Annabelle usually noticed things before they happened. Once again, Grace searched for any similarities between her mother and Annabelle Emerson Alexander, and once again she found almost nothing. In profile, Annabelle looked remarkably like the Wicked Witch in The Wizard of Oz. If you paint her face green and put her in black, she’d be a dead ringer. Instead of black, Annabelle wore a plum-colored blouse with yellow dots and a flowery gray sweater vest. Patterns, Grace thought. Annabelle loves patterns.
Annabelle shook her head. “There are no buses around here to wait for. Come turn this bacon over.”
Grace flipped the bacon while Annabelle grabbed
