re-entered the house. Carefully I closed the door behind me then set the picture frame back on the shelf.
There were two other doorways in the living room—one led to the kitchen and the other led to a hallway that twisted to a different part of the house.
“Oh, Grandma, it’s Crisanta,” I called, easing my way to the kitchen. “I forgot to mention that I’m missing about sixteen years’ worth of birthday money from you. Don’t feel bad. I’ve got another coming up in a couple of weeks, so you can send me the back pay.”
I heard a floorboard squeak and spun out of the way to dodge a knife that was hurled at me. It stuck into the wall above the fireplace mantle.
My wicked step-grandmother stepped out of the hallway on the other side of the living room. She had two more knives in her elderly—but
