It was thankfully a day without polo practice, so they went straight back to the house after class, only to find Chase sprawled on the sofa, his filthy shoes on the cushions, and playing a game on his phone with the sound at full volume.
"Funny isn't it," Chase said over the music of his game, "how a bunch of stuff around here seems to be fixed up for a tiny person."
Carl Johnson ignored him and sat down at the table, pulling a book toward himself and flicking it open. Violet could not see or read it from his pocket and she did not dare climb up onto the table with Chase sitting there. She stood hunched in Carl's pocket, being as silent as possible.
"Have you noticed it yet? Chase asked. "How is she getting smaller? I wanted her to vanish completely, but the boss said this would be bett
