Chapter 4WHEN THEY ARRIVED UNANNOUNCED at the Tangoco family’s apartment, Luella expected an ogre of a father to bark at them, take the lasagna, and send them packing.
Instead, they were greeted by a docile man with swollen, bloodshot eyes, as if he’d hadn’t stopped crying since hearing of his daughter’s death. The man had a stocky build, or perhaps he just seemed that way because he was rather short, only about Luella’s height. His appearance was neater than hers would have been following such an ordeal. He had on khakis and a faded green polo-style shirt with blue and beige squares all over.
Chandelle stepped forward, keeping a tight grip on Mistletoe’s collar. “Mr. Tangoco? I’m Chandelle Jervais. I go to the same school as your daughter. This is my friend Luella. We run the
