CHAPTER 20
Patricia comes out of her room with a cross sleepiness hanging on her face. I offer a smile. Every once in a while, I try to be friendly just to keep her on her toes or to prove to Jake that I’m not the witch she claims I am behind my back.
Patricia doesn’t return my smile. “I already fed her,” she says.
“I know.” I stare at the bottle in my hand. I turn it around and squint at the fine print on the label. “I was just checking the ingredients.”
Patricia comes over and picks Natalie out of the bouncy chair. “And how’s Grandma’s little precious?” she asks in that sing-songy voice people use when they want to make a fool out of themselves. The funny thing is Patricia’s not the adoring grandmother she tries to sound like. She only uses that tone of voice with Natalie when she’s
