“Very well.” Kiernan’s upper lip stiffened as he turned and loped down the stairs.
Grandmother Meriweather grabbed Monte’s elbow. “I gave Kiernan everything I could,” she whispered in his ear. “All of the details. Every tidbit. Yeh’ll be just fine,” she said with a wink.
I sure hope so, Monte thought. As if he wasn’t disgusted enough, now he had to follow the trail of dandruff snowing from Kiernan’s shoulders as they made their way down the stairs.
“Oh . . .” an all-too-familiar voice warbled as they neared the bottom of the stairs. Babs! What could she possibly want, today of all days? Monte thought, quickly hiding his wand beneath his shirt. Another familiar voice, velvety and pleasant, flowed from the living room as a musky aroma, like sandalwood and violets, greeted his nose.
“So,
