“What are you doing here?” I hissed.
Grandma’s outfit reminded me of how Megan dressed this morning. Instead of a white shirt with yellow shorts, Grandma’s shirt was yellow and she wore white capris. As usual, her hair was tucked under a straw hat with a pink bandana and she wore massive sunglasses she’d owned for years. Her tiny nose stud sparkled in the sunlight.
“Are you shopping at Voss-of-Books?” I asked.
Without notice, a red sedan zoomed into a parking spot a short distance behind Grandma.
Clara Hackett.
She barely had the car in park before she was half hanging out the driver’s window with binoculars pressed against her face. Dad was right about Clara’s nosiness being kicked into overdrive. Why was she even here? She and Doris never shopped here.
“Excuse me,” Mateo said, appr
