Chapter 18
“Oh.” My aunt’s smile fell. “You brought her.”
Tiffany stood outside our cottage even after I’d walked through the door. “Am I not invited?”
“Of course you are,” my uncle said. He and Mikey were setting the table. “We’re happy to have you, Tiffany. The more the merrier.”
“Well...” My aunt turned to look at Uncle Flip and they had one of those married couple psychic conversations I couldn’t understand. Finally, Aunt Libby gave in and said, “It’s nothing fancy, tonight. Just fish.”
“I like fish,” Tiffany said. “As long as it’s not too fishy.”
Aunt Libby stared at my uncle, like she was chastising him for letting Tiffany stay, and that made me uncomfortable. I could smell dinner on the air, and it did seem pretty fishy.
“So, how’s the patient?” Uncle Flip asked, ig
