Aunt Nancy stared at me. "Queena, why aren't you eating?"
Her voice was bland, and I couldn't sense any emotion in it. I answered uneasily, "I don't have the appetite."
"You can't skip meals," she said slowly. "You won't have the strength to deal with more complicated matters if you don't eat."
I thoroughly lost my appetite at her insinuation.
I threw the pasta away and suddenly remembered something. I asked Aunt Nancy, "Where's the security department?"
She was baffled. "Why are you asking about that?"
Because I wanted to see whether Phoebe was the one who'd caused Grandma to get so mad.
Since Leonard was around, I didn't tell her the truth. Instead, I said, "I lost some money this morning."
She didn't doubt me and told me the way. "It's on the third floor."
"I got it."
I headed
