Chapter 4
The Party Poopers
The girls stowed the book and wands in the chest and ran back to Penny’s house, arriving in time to find Susan struggling through the front door with one of the kitchen chairs under each arm. The other two were already set out on the porch, next to what looked like a battalion of folding chairs.
“How many people did she invite?” Penny asked, alarmed.
Zoe took hold of her arm before she could start down the hill. “You should go make up with her.”
For a moment, Penny only looked up at Zoe, confused. The strange events in the hollow had driven most of the mundane events of earlier that morning from her mind. Then she remembered … the lavish breakfast, the special attention, Susan’s enthusiasm, and her own less than grateful reception of it. Susan’s hurt
