Chapter 6
My mom turns the radio up. “Shh,” she orders everyone in the minivan. “They’re talking about that witch!”
I look over at Alistair. He’s leaning forward in his seat, captivated. “What witch?”
We left for Craving’s Creek this morning at seven. We’ve been in the van for an hour, but I already feel like stretching my legs. The girls are fussy, tired, getting on my nerves. “Shush your mouth,” I bark at Winter. “Mom’s trying to hear the news.”
“Oh,” my mom cries out, “that…that…that—”
“Watch it, honey,” my dad says, before my mom drops the B bomb.
“How could he, Larry, really?”
My dad just safely shakes his head, agreeing with my mother. He’s a smart man. Ever since my mother found out about Prince Charles and that Parker woman, she’s been the Queen of Indignation. To her, Lady
